Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 147: 101: The Fall of the Yellow-Robed Monk, The Sen

Chapter 147: Chapter 101: The Fall of the Yellow-Robed Monk, The Sentient Black Crow Fla_1

Once activated, the Spiritual Artifact of Yellow Grade low quality, the Buddha Beads, once again hovered in the void.

Creating a pale yellow Energy Shield about one and a half ters in radius,

thoroughly enveloping the Yellow-Robed Monk inside.

[Boom!!!]

As ti passed, a Thunderous Force with a radius of about ten ters suddenly struck with incredible precision towards the location of the Yellow-Robed Monk.

Protected by the Spiritual Artifact of Yellow Grade low quality, the Yellow-Robed Monk,

the Yellow-Robed Monk sustained no damage.

However, so scratches seed to appear on the floating Yellow Buddhist Beads in the void.

“Demon, you deserve to die…”

The Yellow-Robed Monk waved his hand, recalling the Yellow Buddhist Beads in the void back to himself.

Afterward, he inspected the scratched beads in his hand.

His expression gradually began to look ugly.

This string of Buddha Beads, he had gotten them after much hardship,

having begged them from those Holy Monks above.

Even to say that these Spiritual Artifact Buddha Beads were the Yellow-Robed Monk’s trump card would not be wrong.

But now, the Spiritual Artifact Buddha Beads showed significant damage because of the people before him.

This was sothing the Yellow-Robed Monk could hardly bear.

…

The Yellow-Robed Monk rapidly closed the distance to the middle-aged cultivator.

Just as he was about to reach the middle-aged cultivator,

the sound of thunder roared anew in the void.

Above his head appeared another column of thunder, about ten ters in radius, ford by the terrifying Thunderous Force.

“Again???”

The Yellow-Robed Monk looked at the column of thunder forming continuously in the sky.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He retreated further back,

waving his hand again to activate the Yellow Buddhist Beads in his hand.

As the Qi-Blood Force activated the Yellow Buddhist Beads, they floated back into the void.

A pale yellow Energy Shield,

once again erged beside the Yellow-Robed Monk.

[Rumble…]

Monts later, the column imbued with horrific power descended.

This ti, after the Buddha Beads forcefully resisted the dreadful Thunderous Force,

the damage to the beads grew increasingly severe.

Even a small area on the beads began to show so charred color.

…

After sensing these changes in the Buddha Beads,

endless rage gradually surfaced in the Yellow-Robed Monk’s heart.

“Demon, I must admit you do have so skill, but it’s a pity…”

“In the end, victory still belongs to this poor monk.”

The Yellow-Robed Monk said, moving towards the direction of the middle-aged cultivator before him.

This ti, he learned from his previous lesson,

not recalling the Yellow Buddhist Beads floating above his head.

“All of this should end…”

The Yellow-Robed Monk muttered to himself.

Then, he once again lifted his extrely pale right hand.

On the palm of his right hand, the light of Buddha started to flicker.

But just as he was about to slap the person from the Divine Sword Sect to death,

the sound of thunder roared again.

Above his head appeared another column of thunder, this one much darker in color.

However, different from the previous two, this ti the thunder column had a radius of a full thirty ters.

Its power was clearly several tis more terrifying than the previous two.

…

Seeing the thunder column about thirty ters in radius above his head,

the Yellow-Robed Monk was montarily stunned.

Then, he kind of lost his composure: “You bastards from the Divine Sword Sect, damn your mothers, can’t you just be straightforward and finish in one go?”

While speaking, the Yellow-Robed Monk frantically fled towards the distance.

He seed to be trying to rely on his speed to escape the attack of the thirty-ter-radius thunder column.

If the ten-ter thunder column could cause such damage to his Buddha Beads,

what would happen if he were directly hit by this thirty-ter one?

Would he have any good outcos then?

Even if he sohow survived the strike of this thunder column,

what about the Buddha Beads in his hands…

Clearly, they would be completely destroyed.

That was sothing the Yellow-Robed Monk found hard to accept.

…

The Yellow-Robed Monk was fast,

With the blessing of the Buddha Beads,

he was even faster than the average Viscera Refinent Refining Stage cultivator.

However, he seems to have underestimated the locking ability of the thirty-ter-radius thunder column.

Just monts later, the thunder column with a radius of about thirty ters,

directly locked onto the Yellow-Robed Monk’s position,

and plumted straight towards him.

…

The ground trembled.

The terrifying sound of the boom continued to ring in one’s ears.

Clouds of dust billowed into everyone’s line of sight.

As the dust gradually dissipated,

what the middle-aged cultivator from the Divine Sword Sect, as well as the group of young cultivators, could see,

was soone naked, charred black all over, with no hair on their body,

white smoke coming out of their mouth, seemingly on the verge of expiration. Was that the Yellow-Robed Monk?

There was nothing else to be seen.

Oh, wait.

There appeared to be a string of charred black beads, seemingly completely damaged Yellow Grade low-quality Buddha Beads, beneath the feet of the apparent Yellow-Robed Monk.

“You bastards from the Divine Sword Sect…”

“You should die, all of you should die…”

That Yellow-Robed Monk,

was now sowhat delirious from the electrocution.

And just as the Yellow-Robed Monk’s sanity began to return, with the intent to escape promptly,