Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 594 - 594 487 All Impermanence 488 All Buddhas Drago

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Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Eight: All Buddhas Dragon Elephant

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“Can a rice grain pearl also emit brilliance?”

The man in black twisted his body like a swimming fish.

Short swords and long blades, attacking like fleeting reflections, had already slashed past his ribs and waist, cutting through the air and leaving trails of black streaks.

Ignoring the semi-transparent stone wall hanging in mid-air, he flickered about with the Shrinking Ground to Inches under his feet, instantly multiplying his shadowy figures in front of the Ancestor Master Hall.

At the sa ti, he clasped his hands in a seal, and with a backhanded strike, it was like plucking flowers and subduing dragons.

Clang…

Four soft sounds rged into one.

The hand print transford from the impossible into the possible, piercing through the sword circle and striking the chests and abdons of the four True Inheritor Disciples.

Crackling…

Amid a series of bone explosions.

Screams echoed through the sky.

This man’s strike was vicious and fierce, and as he struck, his body shone with a brilliant light.

In the midst of his palm wind, there was the roar of dragons and tigers, along with the faintest chants of monks.

Before his palm even hit, it had already shattered the ridians throughout the bodies of the four Great True Inheritors within the Inner Residence, and his divine will, like needles, vibrated throughout their qi-blood, causing the four to stagger dizzily backward and slam heavily into the stone wall behind the Ancestor Master Hall.

Fortunately, the stone wall, reinforced by so formation, didn’t collapse.

However, the four Great True Inheritor Disciples were left completely limp, boneless, their condition shocking to any onlooker.

Zeng Jing’s One Slash missed, fueling his anger even more.

Right on the spot, a huge orca shook its head and tail, about to reveal itself.

But then a blur crossed his vision.

The advancing shadow, for so reason, had suddenly turned into a backward crash.

A fierce wind rushed at his face.

He barely arched his back, which slamd like an arrow into his own embrace.

The speed of the figure was so fast that he couldn’t even retract his sword in ti to intercept; he could only take a half-step back with his right leg and lean forward, forcibly bending his elbow to block.

Boom…

A massive collision shook Floating Cloud Mountain three tis.

The rippling shockwave turned into a circular light ray, sweeping outward in all directions.

Three thousand Disciples and Elders were caught off guard; the residual energy shook them all off their feet, and they stumbled backward more than ten steps.

anwhile, Inner Residence Elder Zeng Jing had both arms shattered and bent simultaneously, collapsing chest and uncontrollably flying back ten zhang.

“Wow…”

Zeng Jing’s face turned pale as gold paper, and a mouthful of blood containing fragnts of his organs sprayed out into a bloody mist, his vitality plumting rapidly.

He hissed, “Impermanence in all things, All Buddhas Dragon Elephant, aren’t the monks from Brahma Temple going to act?”

As soon as he said this, Zeng Jing had already hit the ground, splatting into a slump of mud.

Clearly, he was no longer capable of fighting.

In fact, everyone could see that he was badly injured, his internal organs shattered, and even the Divine Aperture was barely functioning.

The ferocious and evil kunpeng in its Real Form that he had conjured was also scattered by the mountain-splitting backward crash from the man in black.

It would take so ti before it could be reford.

His strength was reduced by a significant amount.

That he could even call out was testant to his imnse life force.

The words Zeng Jing had shouted were clear to everyone.

“Impermanence in all things, All Buddhas Dragon Elephant” indeed referred to the distinct characteristic of the Brahma Temple Martial Arts.

The speed was so intense, Shrinking Ground to Inches, like a beckoning grim reaper, completely obscuring any trace of movent…

Especially the coordination between his movent technique and stepping technique was equivalent to lotuses blooming with each step, devoid of any mundane quality.

When the man in black had earlier broken into the Ancestor Master Hall, that stepping technique, that movent technique, were like dragons and fish leaping through waves, unstoppable and unpredictable in his next step.

The four stranded True Disciples tried to intercept, yet didn’t even manage to touch a hair, and were deceitfully brought down with a single palm strike that crushed their bones into mud.

And the “All Buddhas Dragon Elephant,” between motion and stillness, embodied the power of dragon-elephants, with just one backward crash it abruptly wrecked an advanced True Martial Body Refinent Middle-stage Master, even disrupting his Real Form.

If this wasn’t the power of dragon-elephants, what could it be?

To claim that he wasn’t a top expert from Brahma Temple, present witnesses refused to believe it.

The only consolation was that the man in black, after consecutive attacks and fierce confrontations, also seed drained, coughing lightly twice, halted montarily in his tracks.

This gave Master Yun Tai, along with Su Youxian and Yu Changsheng an opportunity.

Together, they advanced.

Amidst the whistling of sword shadows, the man in black seemingly no longer dared to clash directly, just barely blocking a slash from Su Youxian, flicking away a sword strike from Master Yun Tai, and in the anti, as he ascended, he dodged through the double slash of Yu Changsheng’s Sword Wings.

His black robe fluttering, he took a sword hit in his shoulder, blood shining but not yet dropping, as the man in black stepped down heavily on the ground creating a huge crater, and blurred into the distance.

“Excellent swordsmanship, Changsheng is truly formidable.”

Master Yun Tai was so angry his beard was flying.

He, being the Sect Leader, had been attacked right at the entrance of their mountain gate, nearly had the ancestral treasures stolen, and even saw the Inner Residence Elder and True Disciples injured, taking on the peak of the peak combat power of the mountain.

In the end, with only a shoulder wound, a minor skin injury, he withdrew completely intact.

This outco was utterly unacceptable to him.

He chased imdiately on the heels of the other.

“He must be greatly drained, his combat power diminished now; we can’t let him escape,” muttered Su Youxian, his white beard dancing in the wind, leaving those words behind as he sharply followed Master Yun Tai towards the direction the man in black had disappeared.

While in mid-air, he didn’t forget to instruct, “Changsheng, quickly retrieve the Kunpeng Jade Wall; we can’t afford to lose it.”

What he didn’t notice was Yu Changsheng, holding his twin swords, staring at the drop of blood on the edge of the right sword and the familiar scent there; his face suddenly turned very peculiar.