The Posa world is synonymous with the mortal realm, and within Buddhism, the title "Heavenly Demon King" generally refers to the Dairokuten Maou, Boxun.
This represents the confrontation of wills between Li Xuan and the Dairokuten Maou, Boxun.
"I am not worthy." Li Xuan, still with hands clasped behind his back, smiled in response, "In the eyes of many of your monks, I am indeed a sinner as vile as Boxun!"
At that mont, twelve Purple Gold dragons appeared behind him.
They spiraled in the air, brandishing their claws and teeth, each embodying formidable Divine Power, thereby fixing both the past and future of Li Xuan and everyone around him.
"Indeed, such sins cannot be absolved!"
At that ti, another Buddha appeared behind Li Xuan.
He was a hundred zhang tall, square-faced and wide-eared, standing on a lotus flower, with twenty-four blue orbs that seed to contain worlds orbiting behind him, and before him hung a tempest-fueled lantern.
However, this Buddha’s face displayed fury, his fierce look and glaring eyes expressing: "Throughout my life, I have used the light of the heavens to transcend all beings, yet only your sins are beyond redemption."
At that mont, the tempest-fueled lantern before him blazed with red and white brilliance, illuminating the surrounding hundreds of miles as if it were daylight, causing flas to rise around the bodies of all 180,000 heavenly soldiers.
At the sa ti, he tossed his Heaven asure, and in an instant, he had pulled the distance between the more than fifty thousand of Qin’s army and the heavenly soldiers to less than a mile.
Li Xuan clicked his tongue, dismissively waving his sleeve, "I was rely uttering so courteous remarks, yet it has led to this overreaction. What significance does Randeng hold to decree my sins?"
At this mont, boundless pure white Hao Qi pierced through the skies, forming a huge ’Truth’ character above the clouds.
Under the suppression of this ’Truth,’ all flas were extinguished, and the distance forcibly shortened by the Heaven asure was restored to five miles.
At this ti, Li Xuan, further gathered the force of ten thousand armies into the form of a White Tiger, combined with his Liuli Haoqi, and reached out towards Randeng from afar.
Most of that power was absorbed by the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls.
Yet, the residual power still caused Randeng’s Descending Body to crack open.
Randeng’s expression subtly shifted from rage to distress.
In fact, he wouldn’t have been overwheld by Li Xuan’s Hao Qi onslaught if not for the thirty percent of his power that had been previously depleted and had yet to fully recover.
Fortunately, in the next mont, a Thunderbolt Yi of Sword roared toward them and forcefully shattered the shape of the White Tiger in front of Randeng.
Randeng’s eyes relaxed, recognizing the arrival as none other than the Changsheng Emperor of the South.
However, Randeng’s gaze then shifted with a startled expression toward the ’Truth’ character in the sky.
Li Xuan, as the contemporary Sage of Confucius in Middle Earth, held imnse power. With the Hao Qi of countless Confucian scholars and ancient philosophers boosting him, his power was no less than Randeng’s.
This ’True’ Rule was sothing he dreaded imnsely.
A single character of ’Truth’ made it difficult for both him and Maitreya to manipulate any of the Rule of Holy Heaven they controlled.
Even when the True Spirit Law Body of the Changsheng Emperor appeared, it could not suppress Li Xuan’s power.
The form of the White Tiger reassembled behind Li Xuan, its montum even more fierce and violent.
The power of Rule clashed fiercely above the mausoleum of First Emperor, swords against swords, and for the mont, neither side could overpower the other.
At this mont, Randeng failed to notice that the Maitreya Buddha behind Dasiming was looking at Li Xuan with a gleam of unusual interest in his eyes.
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