Chapter 447: Slay
"Is he really this terrifying?"
Minghui gritted his teeth, his face filled with resentment.
High in the sky, fierce collisions boomed endlessly. Terrifying shockwaves swept across the heavens, clearing the clouds for thousands of miles.
Ye Chen's gaze was aloof, his aura magnificent. With every punch he threw, his presence grew stronger. Despite its three heads and six arms, the Great Sun Dharma Body was helpless against Ye Chen, forced back again and again by his strikes.
WHOOSH—
At that moment, the Great Sun Dharma Body suddenly opened its mouth and exhaled, unleashing an overwhelming tempest that swept in and engulfed Ye Chen.
Then, its three heads trembled in unison, and from its three pairs of enormous, bell-like eyes, streams of illusory light surged forth.
Some of the light rays could lock the space around Ye Chen in place, others could weaken his perception of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and still others could suppress his vital energy...
Each effect was different, but without exception, all of them had a powerful suppressive effect on Cultivators below the Divine Might Realm.
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest crossing his face.
'I knew it. A Dharma Body created from a Buddhist Sect Secret Technique couldn't possibly be limited to just physical combat.'
'Was it feigning weakness earlier to make me lower my guard?'
But before Ye Chen could dwell on it, the void before him suddenly rippled, and a golden light emerged, revealing the form of Pure Buddha.
He stood atop a lotus platform, his visage solemn and majestic, chanting incomprehensible scriptures. His aura grew stronger and stronger, like a surging tide!
"Halt!"
His eyes narrowed as he uttered the word.
The space around Ye Chen instantly shattered. A violent power spread out, sending out astonishing shockwaves.
However, the space around Ye Chen was already locked in place; he couldn't escape at all.
Immediately after, the Great Sun Dharma Body's assault followed. Countless brilliant lights crisscrossed the void, blooming like a grand and dazzling fireworks display.
"The dharma of the Buddhist Sect is vast and profound. How could a paltry whelp like you dare to look down on it?"
Pure Buddha's figure appeared in the distant void. He shook his head and sighed softly. "The Buddhist heritage of my Jingkong Temple is unrivaled in the entire Great Hong Dynasty. Anyone who underestimates it deserves to die."
"Is that so?"
But the next moment, a soft laugh sounded by his ear.
Pure Buddha's expression changed drastically. On high alert, he flashed away, retreating a thousand meters in an instant.
But the soft laughter followed him like a shadow, as if stuck to him, the distance between them not increasing in the slightest.
"I've had a look at your Buddhist dharma. How about you take a look at my Sword Dao?"
SWISH!
In an instant, a storm of Sword Qi erupted. A biting Sword Intent sealed the space around Pure Buddha, and as the Sword Qi raged, his robes were shredded to pieces.
"How are you... completely unharmed?!"
Ye Chen's figure materialized before Pure Buddha, whose eyes widened in utter disbelief.
"I must admit, the Buddhist heritage of Jingkong Temple is truly astonishing. I've never seen anything like it."
"But if you think this is enough to defeat me, I'm afraid you're mistaken."
Ye Chen's gaze was tranquil, like a bottomless pool of clear water.
He gripped the Cangming Sword, its blade slicing through the void. A web of sharp Sword Qi formed, enveloping Pure Buddha.
"Break!!!"
Pure Buddha roared, all composure gone. He unleashed his full cultivation base, and a brilliant Buddhist light surged into a mighty torrent of Spiritual Power, threatening to tear through the net of Sword Qi.
BOOM!
The torrent of Spiritual Power exploded, tearing the net of Sword Qi to shreds.
But amidst the spreading shockwaves, a sword shadow whistled through. It was like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation, separating heaven and earth, separating yin and yang, separating life and death!
The sword passed, and Ye Chen's figure appeared behind Pure Buddha.
Across Pure Buddha's chest was a new sword gash, so deep the bone was visible.
Endless Sword Qi ravaged the wound. Heavily wounded, Pure Buddha was drenched in his own blood.
He collapsed to his knees on the golden lotus platform, his face twisted in defiance and resentment.
"This... How is this possible..."
He gasped for breath, staring intently at Ye Chen behind him.
"I'm... just one step away from the Void Realm... How can you, a mere Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator, be this powerful..."
Ye Chen gave the weakened Pure Buddha an indifferent glance.
He said nothing, merely raising the Cangming Sword. From across the distance, the cold light dancing on its tip pointed straight at Pure Buddha.
Even from a great distance, Pure Buddha felt his blood run cold, his skin tightening involuntarily.
"You're going to kill me?!" he shrieked, his eyes wide.
"To be asking such a foolish question at a time like this..." Ye Chen shook his head, his voice devoid of all emotion.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"If I die, you and Jingkong Temple will be locked in a battle to the death!"
"Among the thirty-five Buddhas of Jingkong Temple, my power ranks among the lowest. Even if you defeat me, you will never be able to withstand the wrath that will come from my temple!"
Pure Buddha struggled to his feet, his expression ferocious and terrifying.
"Threats have never worked on me."
"If Jingkong Temple wants to vent its fury on me, then I'll just have to destroy it."
Ye Chen said calmly.
Pure Buddha was stunned.
'Just destroy it?'
'Does this kid even know what he's saying?'
'That's the greatest power in the southern Great Hong Dynasty! What right does he have to speak with such nonchalance?'
'He spoke as if he were talking about a worthless ant by the roadside.'
For a moment, Pure Buddha was rendered speechless. He had no idea what to say.
'He's not even afraid of Jingkong Temple.'
'What in the world could a young man like this possibly fear?'
As he watched Ye Chen approach step by step, Pure Buddha suddenly sighed, his expression once again becoming calm.
He gave Ye Chen a long, deep look.
"From beyond the grave, I will be watching."
"I'll be watching to see if you descend to the underworld first, or if my brothers from Jingkong Temple do!"
With that, a powerful aura erupted from his body, swelling like a storm and sweeping across the land.
Down below, Minghui and the others were stunned.
'Pure Buddha is burning his own life essence!'
'He's clearly throwing everything he has into this, determined to kill Ye Chen here no matter the cost!'
But even so, Pure Buddha was still no match for Ye Chen.
He was already grievously wounded and exhausted. After that brief burst of power, he quickly sank into a state of profound weakness.
With a swift stroke of his sword, Ye Chen beheaded Pure Buddha.
At that moment, the young man stood tall in the void, his figure imposing.
He stood like an invincible War God, his aura magnificent and dreadful.