Hu Er, upon hearing this, gritted his teeth and said, "In your dreams!"
"Do not remain deluded. The gates of convenience of the Buddhist Sect are wide open. If you are willing to lay down your butcher’s knife, you too may achieve the Golden Body and Final Fruit."
However, unseen by anyone, a diminutive figure slowly advanced in the darkness. Suddenly, he sprang from the shadow of Tiger Tar, Arhat, brandishing a blade and striking directly at the Arhat’s back.
The sharp dagger glead with a cold light, a fleeting touch of erald seemingly visible on it, clearly a poison-coated weapon.
Yet, Tiger Tar, Arhat, revealed a slight smile and said, "Benefactor, you are being sowhat too naïve."
The dagger plunged into Tiger Tar, Arhat’s body, only for his entire form to burst forth with Buddha’s Light, and the blade made a sound as if iron had struck gold.
Not even a white mark was left on Tiger Tar, Arhat’s body, let alone a wound.
With a palm stretch, the dark figure stumbled back, revealing a rat-faced Monster, its hand holding the dagger trembling slightly.
"You petty creatures also dare to launch a sneak attack," scoffed Tiger Tar, Arhat disdainfully.
The Rat Demon licked his lips slightly, his eyes filled with a cold murderous intent as he said, "Today, I must taste the flavor of your fresh blood."
"If you have the skill, then co!"
In a flash, Tiger Tar, Arhat had already charged next to the Rat Demon, wielding a Golden Wheel, slashing towards his head.
With a bang, a robust voice burst from the forest, knocking Tiger Tar, Arhat aside, revealing a grotesque and fierce-faced Pig Demon clad in armor, wielding a Wolf Fang Club among the crowd.
"Good timing, Old Pig. This guy is really tough!" said the Rat Demon as he licked his lips.
"After all, he is a Buddhist Arhat. You were too careless," said the Pig Demon, his face stern as he watched Tiger Tar, Arhat.
Having briefly clashed, he knew this adversary was challenging— likely not a weakling even among those at Mount Ling—making this opponent particularly troubleso.
Having regained his stance, Tiger Tar, Arhat then said with a smile, "It seems today I must really start a massacre."
His deanor shifted from its previous compassionate tone, his entire being exuding a formidable aura; both the arriving Rat Demon and Pig Demon felt chills up their spines at the scene.
They could feel an intense killing intent emanating from this Arhat.
With a thunk, a sharp arrow flew suddenly, breaking the silence. It turned out that Hu Er had seized this opportunity to break free from control.
The three of them banded against Tiger Tar, Arhat, and for a while, none could gain the upper hand, bringing the scene back to a standoff.
In the sky above, a Golden Dragon and Descending Dragon Arhat were battling together against King Niumo but hadn’t managed to gain an advantage. King Niumo, worthy of his title Great Sage Pingtian, fought with increasing ferocity, his aura overwhelming.
Maitreya, seated cross-legged in the sky, said to a Bodhisattva beside him, "This demon is fierce, you should go down and assist Descending Dragon."
This Bodhisattva, holding a Jade Ruyi, standing on a Lotus Platform, and with a solemn face, bowed gently to Maitreya and said, "Disciple obeys your command."
No sooner had she spoken than she stepped onto her Lotus Platform and descended to the battlefield between King Niumo and Descending Dragon, the Bodhisattva loudly saying, "Descending Dragon Arhat, I am here to aid you."
At this mont, Descending Dragon Arhat, having been pushed back by King Niumo, was overjoyed to see the Bodhisattva arrive.
"It is Bhikkhuni Yeshe of Tsogyal Bodhisattva who has co; surely, we can capture this demon."
Having said that, he clashed with King Niumo, forming a tight knot.
Bhikkhuni Yeshe of Tsogyal Bodhisattva threw the Ruyi from her hand, which transford into a golden chain that wrapped around King Niumo’s body.
King Niumo suddenly felt the Mana within his body being suppressed by a mysterious force.
As the Bodhisattva chanted, mysterious Sanskrit began to appear on the golden chain.
The golden Sanskrit, shimring as if alive, gradually spread over King Niumo’s entire body.
King Niumo felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on him, making him extrely uncomfortable; even mobilizing his Mana beca sowhat difficult.
Feeling exasperated, he roared angrily and revealed his true form, a white giant bull towering into the sky.
At this mont, his eyes were blood red with anger. He furiously charged at the Descending Dragon Arhat in front of him, his gigantic horns flinging the Arhat into the air.
The Descending Dragon Arhat fell from the sky, but fortunately, the Golden Dragon swiftly flew to catch him.
"Such a formidable monster," murmured Descending Dragon Arhat as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The just attack had actually injured him.
"Be careful, Bodhisattva!" Seeing King Niumo charging towards Bhikkhuni Yeshe of Tsogyal Bodhisattva, Descending Dragon Arhat quickly reminded him.
The Bodhisattva, realizing the current difficulty of dealing with King Niumo, swiftly elevated her form, reluctant to confront him directly. She continued to recite mysterious scriptures, golden Runes still spreading over King Niumo’s body, seemingly transforming him into a golden divine bull.
The white giant bull lowered its head and roared furiously, its massive nostrils releasing white breath creating whirlwinds on the ground.
The golden Runes appeared to encounter great resistance and began to gradually fade away.
Seeing this, Maitreya showed a serious expression for the first ti. He looked around and finally spoke, "Sun and Moon Light Buddha, go and et him for a mont."
A Buddha holding a Treasure Bead stepped forward, bowed to Maitreya, and then rushed down.
"Monster, cease your madness!" shouted the Buddha loudly, his Treasure Bead flying in the air, unexpectedly transforming into three hundred sixty-five beads, aligned with the celestial number.
The beads arranged in a mysterious pattern shimred brightly in the sky, hinting at a terrifying power concealed within them.
Perceiving the danger of the Treasure, King Niumo did not dare to be reckless; he tried to touch it with his horns but was stopped by the swiftly intervening Descending Dragon Arhat and Bhikkhuni Yeshe of Tsogyal Bodhisattva.
As the formation was about to be completed, the Princess Tieshan, watching from Erald Cloud Mountain, could no longer restrain herself. She pulled out her Banana Fan and vigorously fanned the battlefield.
The fierce winds blew the myriad Treasure Beads into disarray, instantly disrupting the formation.
No longer concealing herself, Princess Tieshan with her Treasured Sword joined the fray, charging into the formation and battling with the sword, occasionally wielding the Banana Fan. Countless Buddhist Soldiers were swept away by the fierce winds, their whereabouts unknown, and even the Arhat Protectors from the Buddhist Sect couldn’t withstand the power of the Banana Fan.
In a matter of monts, the Buddhist formation was thrown into disarray.
Seeing this, Maitreya slightly frowned and said, "This object is indeed the Banana Fan, truly a magnificent innate object, impressively powerful. Fortunately, I brought Lingji Bodhisattva’s Wind-fixing Pill this ti."
With a gentle point, the Wind-fixing Pill flew into the air, stabilizing the terrifying winds, which greatly reduced the threat from Princess Tieshan and helped the scattered formation begin to regroup.
The Demon Clan, naturally unwilling to show weakness, thus began the great battle. Except for Maitreya Buddha stationed at the top, everyone else joined the battlefield, the battle rapidly intensifying.
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