719: Chapter 719: Successive Quasi-Saints 719: Chapter 719: Successive Quasi-Saints The Dragon Clan had indeed attained the Quasi-Saint level, with its power formidable beyond compare.
However, Master Wuchao was not so easily dealt with.
Beholding the colossal figure of the Ancient Dragon Clan in the sky, he took a deep breath, and at the sa ti, his own power surged to et the force of the Ancient Dragon Clan in a clash.
Wiithout any fancy tricks, the force of the Ancient Dragon Clan collided fiercely with Master Wuchao’s power.
Imdiately, Master Wuchao felt an indescribable surge of strength and was involuntarily pushed back hundreds of ters, his gaze solemn as he observed the Dragon Clan before him.
“Indeed befitting the Dragon Clan that once oppressed countless races, eh?
Although his cultivation level is far below mine, the strength of his physique is terrifying!”
As he looked at the Dragon Clan before him, Master Wuchao marveled inwardly.
Yet, although Master Wuchao was pushed back substantially, the Ancient Dragon Clan’s figure was similarly forced back by the head-on attack.
However, unlike Master Wuchao’s surprise, the heart of the Ancient Dragon Clan was secretly laughing.
“Who would have thought, my luck is so good, you might be higher in cultivation level, but you are carrying injuries!” The figure of the Ancient Dragon Clan moved, transforming into the likeness of a Taoist Body, appearing as an old man roughly in his sixties or seventies, seemingly holding the winning ticket.
“Hmph, what if I’m injured!?
Do you really think you have all figured out?” Facing the elder that the Ancient Dragon Clan had transford into, Master Wuchao’s expression turned slightly colder.
“Strength is not determined by re words, but by actual actions!” In response to Master Wuchao’s words, the Ancient Dragon Clan simply took his words as the bluster of the weak, his face wearing a smug smile as he raised his palm again.
Master Wuchao and the Ancient Dragon Clan engaged in battle, and the combat between two Quasi-Saints truly gave the sensation of the heavens crumbling and the earth splitting.
The massive force caused the entire Foutu Mountain to be destroyed in an instant.
In the aspect of strength, their clashes seed evenly matched.
After fighting for a mont, the Ancient Dragon Clan raised its palm, and domineering black flas burst into life in his hand; this was the innate fla of the Dragon Clan.
However, observing the black Dragon Fire in the hands of the Dragon Clan, Master Wuchao’s eyes narrowed as he likewise raised his hand.
Golden True Sun Fire also ignited fiercely in his hand.
The golden flas t the black Dragon Fire, and upon collision, they still seed equally matched.
“Hehehe, your True Sun Fire might be formidable, but after fighting for so long, the impact of your injuries on your power will inevitably grow greater; persisting in this struggle, your defeat is certain!”
Looking at the True Sun Fire in the hands of Master Wuchao, the Ancient Dragon Clan was alard by the power of the flas, but his face still bore a suprely confident expression.
“I have to admit, the physical strength of the Dragon Clan was once heralded as the best in the world, and even the Witch Clan was slightly inferior to you by half a asure.
It’s indeed fearsoly strong, and even if I weren’t injured, I couldn’t defeat you just with the advantage of cultivation level!”
Unlike the full confidence of the Ancient Dragon Clan, Master Wuchao was confident too, yet his attitude was more grounded and sincere as he earnestly acknowledged the Ancient Dragon Clan with a nod of approval.
“What?
Have you finally co to your senses, are you conceding?”
Hearing Master Wuchao’s praise, the Ancient Dragon Clan showed not a trace of humility, instead, the proud smile on his face grew even wider.
“No, no, no…” In response to the Ancient Dragon Clan’s words, Master Wuchao waved his hand and said, “If it were about conceding, it’s not quite ti for that yet!”
Having said that, Master Wuchao paused for a mont, then continued, “The world today is no longer what it once was, nor is the struggle among the myriad clans solely reliant on one’s own strength.
Even the feeble humans have learnt to use the power of tools to contend with wild beasts!”
As he spoke, Master Wuchao held up a Treasure Gourd with both hands, saying, “Your Dragon Clan’s physical strength may be formidable, but I have more faith in the power of my Dharma Treasure!”
As his words fell, Master Wuchao made several reverent gestures towards the Treasure Gourd in his hands.
With his actions, a strand of incredibly sharp Knife Qi surged forth from the mouth of the gourd.
Turn around, precious one!
Master Wuchao bowed to the erging strand of Knife Qi and then uttered his command.
Following Master Wuchao’s movents, the strand of Knife Qi spun around in mid-air.
Ao…
Almost simultaneously, the elder that the Ancient Dragon Clan had transford into let out a piercing scream.
At the sa ti, a terrible wound appeared on the elder’s chest, with Dragon Blood gushing out as if it cost nothing.
Through the chest wound of the elder, it was clear that not only the bones of the chest had been severed, but even the internal organs within the chest cavity were damaged.
Fear.
This previously overconfident mber of the Ancient Dragon Clan, looking at the strand of Knife Qi in mid-air, was filled with fear in his eyes.
Although the Dragon Clan’s physical prowess was proclaid to be the best among all the clans, surpassing even the Witch Clan by a fraction, today, his own pride in his powerful body was effortlessly torn asunder.
The knife qi from my opponent was indeed terrifyingly powerful.
“Not dead?
Co again…”
Seeing that the Ancient Dragon Clan mber was severely injured but not dead, Master Wuchao bowed to the knife qi in midair once more, and at the sa ti, shouted loudly, “Call forth the treasure…”
Whoosh!
However, before Master Wuchao’s words could finish echoing, the elder’s figure instantly transford into the form of the Dragon Clan’s true body.
With a terrifying wound on his chest, he soared into the sky, burrowed into the dense dark clouds, and vanished from sight.
Watching the disappearing figure of the Ancient Dragon Clan mber, Master Wuchao did not continue to take action and stopped.
Master Wuchao’s aim was not to kill, but to defend himself.
Now that the Ancient Dragon Clan mber had left, he had no intention of continuing the fight.
Nevertheless, as he watched the thick dark clouds in the sky quickly drift away, Master Wuchao’s eyes filled with a grave expression.
“Did this Dragon Clan mber co for the Hongng Purple Qi?
Out of the blue, why would he assu that the Hongng Purple Qi is with ?” Master Wuchao murmured to himself in a low voice.
“Could it be…”
After silently pondering for a mont, Master Wuchao’s expression changed slightly as if realizing sothing.
Imdiately, he reached out and grabbed.
Foutu Mountain had completely collapsed under the attack of two Quasi-Saints, but there stood a thick and stout Fusang Divine Tree, quietly erect.
Following Master Wuchao’s action, the Fusang Divine Tree flew up and was then taken by Master Wuchao.
For Master Wuchao, the destruction of Foutu Mountain was unimportant; it was just a mountain.
What truly mattered was the Fusang Divine Tree.
This might be the last Fusang Divine Tree in all of the Three Realms and Six Paths, so it could not be damaged.
After securing the Fusang Divine Tree, Master Wuchao’s figure moved as he prepared to fly towards Zhongnan Mountain.
Boom, boom, boom…
However, just as Master Wuchao was about to leave, suddenly, a dazzling Buddhist Light appeared between heaven and earth.
In the faint distance, the sounds of Zen and wonderful truth echoed.
Soon, the Tathagata, sitting on a Lotus Platform, slowly descended from midair.
“Tathagata?” Seeing the figure sitting on the Lotus Platform, Master Wuchao furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes naturally wary.
“Amitabha, Old Zen Master, I hope you are well…” The Tathagata sat on the Lotus Platform, nodded slightly to Master Wuchao, and spoke calmly.
“Tathagata, you’re said to have matters to attend to every day.
What brings you here uninvited?
Speak plainly, please?
I have urgent matters and no ti for idle chat with you today!”
Just after a fight with an Ancient Dragon Clan mber over the Hongng Purple Qi, the Tathagata had now appeared.
Was it a coincidence?
Master Wuchao was skeptical, so he directly confronted the Tathagata.
“Amitabha, there’s no particular matter…”
The Tathagata’s expression remained calm, and looking at Master Wuchao, he said, “You call yourself a Zen Master, so you must have so unique insights into Buddhist Law.
Today, I plan to preach at the Great Thunder Monastery, so I’ve co to invite the Old Zen Master to join us for discussion!”
“Invite to Western Spirit Mountain?
Is it an invitation or a capture?” With a slight frown, Master Wuchao asked the Tathagata.
“Naturally, it is an invitation,” the Tathagata replied calmly, his eyes half-closed.
“And if I refuse?” Master Wuchao pressed for a straight answer, still looking seriously at the Tathagata.
“I will continue to invite you until you agree,” the Tathagata said, his expression still placid.
“Hahaha, hypocrisy, such blatant hypocrisy…”
However, as soon as the Tathagata finished speaking, an eerie and mocking laughter echoed through the void.
The words were clearly a mockery of the Tathagata.
This laughter made both Master Wuchao and the Tathagata look in the direction it ca from.
A figure appeared, clad in black Buddha’s Robe, long black hair draped over his shoulders, stepping out of the void.
The newcor, eyes full of mockery, stared at the Tathagata, “If you want to capture soone, just do it.
Why pretend to issue an invitation?
I can’t stand your hypocrisy, it’s utterly repugnant!”
“Amitabha…” Seeing the man erge from the void, the Tathagata’s face showed a trace of bitterness.
After softly chanting a Buddha’s na, he nodded and greeted, “Wutian Buddha!”
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