Chapter 551 - 550
Plunging straight into the ground, boring out a large hole, although ferocious, the three people in the field faced no danger at all; no killing aura dared to graze their bodies. The little monk’s shoulder still bore Ye Tian’s arm, while his other arm was enveloped in purple aura, like a coiled dragon against the mountain wall.
The Bodhi fruit in the palm of the opponent shone even brighter with blade light, and his facial expression was no longer as relaxed as before. Although still relatively calm, his words no longer held that air of composure and leisure, "I heard that some predecessors claimed that the Panchen Finger was created by the ancestors of Buddhism, comprising three styles, but due to the extremely high requirements it places on cultivators, very few practice it. Over time, the most challenging third finger was actually lost along with the cultivation technique. It is said the Panchen Three Fingers can open the fortunes of heaven and earth, but seeing it today, it seems somewhat exaggerated."
Ye Tian’s right arm bound with a purple aura dragon looked full of vitality, but he himself was pale, listless, his drooping head as though the heaviest burden on his neck, wishing he could remove it to make himself lighter.
"How formidable exactly the third style of Panchen Finger is, whether it can open the fortunes of heaven and earth, I really am not sure, but it seems to be more than enough to deal with you," he stated.
Bodhi fruit furrowed his brows, "Presumptuous!"
The blade light in his palm suddenly expanded a hundredfold, leaving only one giant blade between heaven and earth. As this enormous blade swooped down overhead, Ye Tian whispered into the little monk’s ear, "Hold me up."
The little monk nodded firmly, but right after nodding, he immediately understood what Ye Tian meant by "hold me up," as almost instantly, millions of pounds of weight pressed down on his shoulders, forcing his knees to nearly buckle.
A mouthful of blood surged to the little monk’s chest, but he held it in his mouth, not spitting it out. The old monk had once told him about the principle of retaining one’s essence blood and breath – no matter what, one must not spit out blood; otherwise, breaking this breath would put his life in extreme danger.