So people did react, such as the Demon Cultivators from Chongzhou. As soon as they heard the words "Esoteric Buddhism," they knew the other side was here for revenge over the death of Saint Monk Gara.
In the sky do, Batu Gu Fan Zhi rode the Six-tusked White Elephant, with a halo emitting golden Buddha light behind his head, exuding a solemn and virtuous appearance with kind eyes and gentle brows.
After he spoke, Avati Poluo, who was on a Thousand-headed Snake, looked at the Righteous and Demonic Cultivators in Firefly Sea and let out a cold snort.
"You have one incense stick of ti. If unrelated people do not retreat, it will an colluding with this devil, and they will be executed and suppressed as one."
Such arrogant words naturally displeased many cultivators present, especially the strong in the Daoist Platform Realm; they are all prominent figures and could not endure being ridiculed in such a manner.
Just as soone was about to curse in anger, Avati Poluo stepped forward with bare feet.
Bang!
The strong wind blew like a hurricane. Whether it was Yunling Realm disciples, Secret Realm Elders, or a Taoist Platform Sect Master, all their faces changed dramatically, feeling a strong sense of crisis, like small animals facing heavenly disasters.
"Pu... Purple Mansion Great Power."
The mouths of the Taoist Platform Realm powerhouses opened wide, understanding what level Avati Poluo was at.
"Su Jie, for harming our sect’s Saint Monk and causing havoc in the world, if you do not surrender quickly and take refuge in our Buddha, rember, to lay down the butcher’s knife and you shall find deliverance. Otherwise, what awaits you is endless hell, with death as no release."
Yakup Shadi rode a Golden Radiant Peacock with a ten-zhang wingspan, with several Daoist Platform Realm High Monks standing behind him. His voice, as he uttered heavenly decrees, carried a faint sense of seduction. On Lake Heart Island in Firefly Sea, so Demon Cultivators with slightly wavering wills fell to the ground, weeping bitterly over the killings they committed, regretting them deeply.
Batu Gu Fan Zhi’s golden Buddha light spread behind his head like a great sun hanging high, as he suddenly shouted with the might of an angry Vajra: "Su Jie, do you still not repent?"
With a montum as powerful as mountains collapsing and seas overturning, Firefly Sea was turned upside down, and the air seed to freeze.
"I know their identities now; it is said that Esoteric Buddhism has Three Great Divine Monks, each a Purple Mansion Cultivator; they have co out in full force."
"Three Purple Mansion Cultivators..."
"It’s over this ti..."
Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples were deeply worried, although many of them had a blind fanaticism for their Sect Master, who was the only Purple Mansion Great Power in the south.
But now, facing three Purple Mansion Cultivators, even with all their faith in Su Jie, they understood that this ti, Su Jie was likely in grave danger.
The righteous and Demonic Cultivators who had co to the celebration also changed their complexions drastically.
The thoughts of the Righteous Cultivators differed, and so even showed signs of joy on their faces. If Esoteric Buddhism dealt with Su Jie, they could be liberated from Ghost Ridge Palace’s rule and would no longer have to bow down, offering massive tributes every year.
However, these Righteous Cultivators did not know that Esoteric Buddhism did not plan to leave after dealing with Su Jie, but rather intended to fully reveal the fertile land here. If Esoteric Buddhism succeeded, the ones ruling over them would simply change, and their days might not be as good as when Ghost Ridge Palace was in power.
Unlike the varied thoughts of the Righteous, the Chongzhou Demon Cultivators were more unified, each starting to back away quietly.
Being prudent was second nature to Demon Cultivators, knowing how to adapt; when Su Jie was strong, they surrendered to him. Now that Buddhism was strong, they certainly did not plan to go down a dark path with Su Jie. If the situation turned bad, they would disappear first, but if Su Jie prevailed, they would charge ahead.
This was how Demon Cultivators acted like grasshoppers, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, epitomized by saving the green hills so there’s always wood to burn.
With Batu Gu Fan Zhi, Avati Poluo, and Yakup Shadi, the Three Great Divine Monks descending upon Firefly Sea, all eyes turned towards Su Jie, waiting to see his reaction.
Under the pressure of the Three Great Divine Monks, Su Jie seed entirely unpressured, stepping forward and laughing heartily.
"Hahaha, you want , Su Jie, to surrender? You bald fools must not have understood the situation: you... are the challengers."
Crack!
Blinding lightning surged under Su Jie’s feet, Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder condensing into a staircase in the void as he stepped towards the sky.
"You seek death through stubbornness."
Avati Poluo, the most fierce in temper, was livid seeing Su Jie daring to resist, imdiately stomping down fiercely. The Thousand-headed Snake beneath him opened its mouth, roaring like thunder, and he lunged towards Su Jie.
"Devil, witness my Mahayana Buddhism."
Avati Poluo pushed forward with both palms, forming the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, with the shadow of Suru Mountain appearing behind, a Swastika Light Wheel expanding incessantly, intent on suppressing Su Jie.
The thousand-zhang tall Suru Mountain pressed down, enough to crush both the physical body and primordial spirit of an ordinary Daoist Platform Realm Cultivator.
"Trickery."
Su Jie didn’t even look, punching out simply and brutishly.
The punch sent wind blowing, clouds surging, earth collapsing, the sky tilting.
A single punch seed to turn the sky do over, causing the ground to crack and magma to spurt.
Crack! Boom!
The Suru Mountain shadow was as if stomped by a giant, collapsing and disintegrating. The golden Swastika Light Wheel shattered, being broken by Su Jie’s punch.
"What!"
Avati Poluo’s expression changed, with no ti to react, Su Jie’s fist sent him flying, a massive hole was blasted through his chest, exposing his internal organs.
The entire scene was stunned, righteous and demonic cultivators alike widened their eyes at the sight. Avati Poluo, who was just imposing, had his chest punched through by Su Jie.
The power of a single punch was terrifying indeed.
The Chongzhou demon practitioners, who were initially retreating, suddenly felt their spirit return, halting their retreat to observe the situation further.
"Damn it!"
Avati Poluo, as a Purple Mansion Cultivator, didn’t consider this injury significant. More inflad than the pain was the trampling of his dignity, which made him furious.
Suddenly he grabbed a Vajra Devil Subduing Pestle with his right hand, a mid-grade spiritual treasure.
He leapt high, spanning thousands of ters, wielding the pestle wrapped in lightning, slamming it down, sending nine golden rings resonating with Buddha’s voice, while the void burned with glazed pure fire, aiming to destroy Su Jie’s physical body and turn his Yang God to ash.
"You think you’re the only one with treasures?"
A nine-grade Sacred Lotus appeared beneath Su Jie’s feet. In his left hand he held the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella, the sect-protecting treasure of Guan Chao Pavilion, and in his right hand erged the Green Phoenix Red Flood Dragon Fan, an innate spiritual treasure contributed by Qin Yushang from the Heavenly Patrol Departnt.
Facing Avati Poluo’s renewed assault, Su Jie spun the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella and fanned the Green Phoenix Red Flood Dragon Fan.
The Lake Heart Island’s water stirred up towering waves, transforming into hundreds of jiao dragons roaring and soaring, repeatedly crashing against the Vajra Devil Subduing Pestle, causing its nine rings to tremble, interrupting the Buddha’s voice, and extinguishing the glazed pure fire.
With both being mid-grade spiritual treasures, the higher cultivation naturally wielded greater power.
Just like the sa knife in the hands of a child compared to in the hands of a strong man, the difference in power is clear.
Just like now, the Vajra Devil Subduing Pestle’s attack was interrupted mid-way as jiao dragons entwined Avati Poluo up close, fiercely biting and binding him.
Water can counteract rigid force, being the softest of all things.
In Su Jie’s hands, the Green Wave Furious Tide Umbrella’s qualities were fully utilized, temporarily confining Avati Poluo, making it hard for him to break free despite his attacks.
Su Jie sneered, fanning the Green Phoenix Red Flood Dragon Fan, the scorching flas blotted out the sky, incinerating towards Avati Poluo, targeting not only the physical body but also the Yang God.
"Amitabha Buddha, evil demon, cease your actions at once."
At this mont, a Buddha’s voice echoed from the void, as Batu Gu Fan Zhi could no longer remain idle.
Previously motionless, he had allowed Avati Poluo to attack, hoping that if Avati Poluo could single-handedly subdue Su Jie it would be ideal, greatly enhancing their esoteric Buddhism’s power, showcasing that rely one of the Three Great Divine Monks could defeat the fearso Su Jie, thus intimidating the world.
However, with Avati Poluo at a disadvantage, this plan was shattered, and if Batu Gu Fan Zhi didn’t intervene, not only would they fail to take down Su Jie, but Avati Poluo would be beaten into a pulp by him as well.
Batu Gu Fan Zhi pressed his palm down, flipped his wrist, golden Sanskrit characters erged from his palm, forming a golden chain around Avati Poluo’s waist, dragging him back before the scorching flas of the Green Phoenix Red Flood Dragon Fan could consu him.
"Think you can just co and go as you please?"
Seeing this, Su Jie provoked the nine-grade Sacred Lotus at his feet to burst forth, scattering seven crystalline petals, as phantoms of dragons, phoenixes, and qilins danced around.
Grabbing the nine-grade Sacred Lotus, Su Jie swooped down from above.
The nine-grade Sacred Lotus spun abruptly, its sacred core exuding radiance, generating powerful suction, pulling Avati Poluo.
This pull was not just on Avati Poluo’s physical body but also on his Yang God.
Within the core of the nine-grade Sacred Lotus was a black bead floating silently—the Netherworld Soul Capturing Pearl, specializing in soul attacks.
Avati Poluo scread in agony, his waist and abdon splitting open, his Yang God being torn apart, the imnse pain of both his body and soul overwhelming him, unable to bear it even with a Buddha heart.
At this mont, Su Jie himself flew through the air, clenching his left hand into a fist, descending with the montum of an avalanche.
"Amitabha!"
Batu Gu Fan Zhi’s gaze lost its compassion, forming his right hand into a palm, colliding with Su Jie across the air.
As the fist and palm collided, ripples spread through the void, black cracks covering the sky do.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yakup Shadi quickly acted, enveloping Avati Poluo with a kasaya.
Bang!
Avati Poluo’s body split at the waist, his upper body being pulled back to Yakup Shadi’s side, while his severed lower body fell into the Firefly Sea.
Every righteous and demonic cultivator witnessing this scene was left incredibly shocked.
Su Jie was actually able to severely wound Avati Poluo, amidst the confrontation with three Purple Mansion cultivators. While Batu Gu Fan Zhi and Yakup Shadi had been watching idly earlier, Su Jie’s strength was unquestionably displayed in the battle, showcasing he possessed at least far more power than Avati Poluo.
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