Chapter 239: The Final Radiance of the True Martial Sword, the Terrifying Old Monk
“Boom!”
Tianxuan fell heavily to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of bl**d.
At this moment, Chen Shisan, who had been knocked over by the shockwave, also got up, but the Three Feet Green Peak Sword had fallen from his grasp.
He glanced at the seriously injured Tianxuan and stood silently holding his sword.
One person, one sword.
Chen Shisan stood in front of the entire Buddhist Nation.
“Enough!”
“Weren’t they just stealing the Seven-colored Lotus?”
“This debt, I Kongming Tian will pay; just name your price.”
Seeing those old monks about to approach Chen Shisan, Meng Yu couldn’t help but speak up to stop the conflict.
Meanwhile, Meng Yu planned to step forward and bring Chen Shisan away herself.
“Boom!”
An invisible oppressive force enveloped Meng Yu. However, in response to this situation, an old man behind her instantly erupted with powerful momentum.
The two forces collided in the air, forcing Meng Yu, who had just gotten up, back down.
“The people of Kongming Tian are not to be managed by the Buddhist Nation.”
Coldly warning, the old man bent down and whispered, “Girl, these two young ones cannot be protected by Kongming Tian.”
“The Buddhist Nation aims to k*ll the chicken to scare the monkey; don’t create more trouble.”
Hearing this, Meng Yu clenched her fists tightly because she really didn’t want to see the little thieves get into trouble.
Kongming Tian could not protect Chen Shisan and the others.
At the same time, a similar scene was unfolding at the Wanfeng Merchant Association.
“Grandpa Wang, please save them!”
“Shisan and Tianxuan are really impressive; saving them won’t harm the Wanfeng Merchant Association.”
Facing Qian Bao’er’s pleas, an old man sighed.
“Miss, it’s not that we won’t save them; it’s that we can’t.”
“To protect you is already the Buddhist sect giving face to the Wanfeng Merchant Association.”
“If you want to protect them, then the Buddhist sect must lower their heads within the Buddhist Nation; that’s impossible, at least the Wanfeng Merchant Association can’t do it.”
Upon hearing this, Qian Bao’er’s lips trembled.
“Grandpa Wang, is it because I withdrew that the Wanfeng Merchant Association won’t protect them?”
“If I hadn’t withdrawn, would the Wanfeng Merchant Association still be like this?”
Hearing this, the old man shook his head and replied, “Miss, things are not as simple as you think.”
“Even if you didn’t withdraw from their group, the Wanfeng Merchant Association doesn’t have the ability to fully protect you in the Buddhist Nation.”
“So, your early withdrawal was a wise move.”
Receiving this answer, Qian Bao’er bit her silver teeth.
“d*mn you, Chen Shisan! d*mn you, Tianxuan! d*mn you, sir! Why did you have to choose this path!”
…
Cough cough!
After spitting out a few more mouthfuls of bl**d, Tianxuan struggled to sit up and said, “I’ve injured my internal organs; I need a bit of time to recuperate to have the strength to fight. Can you hold on?”
In response to Tianxuan’s inquiry, Chen Shisan didn’t even turn his head,淡淡道.
“You just recuperate; I won’t fall down before you stand up.”
Upon receiving this response, Tianxuan immediately began to recuperate.
Although the Buddhist Nation was strong, and although Chen Shisan’s strength was weaker than his own.
Tianxuan chose to trust Chen Shisan without reservation.
Because Chen Shisan’s words would never be broken, unless he was dead!
“Amitabha!”
“Benefactor, you are deeply connected to the Buddhist fate; why not put down the butcher’s kn*fe and convert to the Buddhist sect?”
Facing the old monk from Cloud Mountain Temple, Chen Shisan glanced at Linglong in the distance, then looked at the old monk before saying, “The matter of the Seven-colored Lotus is something you hadn’t managed, but since Tianxuan chose not to speak, then I won’t either.”
“He is injured; I cannot let you get past.”
The old monk looked at the sword in Chen Shisan’s hand and said softly, “The sword in your hand is the sword of Jiang Feng, the Grand Elder of the Kunlun Sacred Ground, from thousands of years ago.”
“This sword has seen much slaughter; possessing it will only increase the killing intent in your heart.”
“Since that’s the case, let the old monk perform a deliverance.”
Saying this, the old monk clasped his hands together, and chants began to flow from his mouth.
Though the monk’s voice seemed small, once it emanated, it was like the sound of a great bell.
“Puff!”
Tianxuan, who was healing, was disturbed by this Buddhist sound, immediately spitting out another mouthful of bl**d.
But facing this situation, Tianxuan could only forcefully suppress the chaotic thoughts in his mind and continue healing.
Because he knew that every single moment was paid for with Chen Shisan’s life.
“Drip!”
A drop of bl**d fell from the corner of Chen Shisan’s eye. At this moment, he was already bleeding from all seven orifices due to the Buddhist sound.
However, his gaze and spine remained unyielding.
His grip on the sword was still as firm as ever.
“Swish!”
Chen Shisan made his move!
This strike was as fast as lightning; the sword’s edge made the Buddhist sound retreat.
“Clang!”
The sharp tip of the sword was blocked by a finger, and the old monk before him was now glowing with golden light.
A drop of golden bl**d flowed along the Three Feet Green Peak.
Chen Shisan’s strike had merely pierced the old monk’s finger.
“Looking at the world, you are the first to break this old monk’s golden body using the Shore of the Other Side Realm.”
“Unfortunately, the sword in your hand has already died.”
As he spoke, the old monk flicked his finger lightly, and the Three Feet Green Peak flew away.
The bones in Chen Shisan’s right hand cracked inch by inch.
The pain that penetrated to the marrow did not cause Chen Shisan to furrow his brow. With his right hand rendered useless, Chen Shisan wielded the sword with his left hand.
The True Martial Sword, without its tip, was swung towards the old monk’s head.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
This time, the old monk struck the blade of the True Martial Sword three times with his hand.
A fine crack appeared on the True Martial Sword, and it too flew out of his hand.
Chen Shisan’s left hand was also rendered useless.
“Swish!”
The True Martial Sword plunged into the ground, and Chen Shisan’s arms fell limply by his side.
Looking at Chen Shisan’s condition, the old monk did not continue to entangle him, turning instead to approach Tianxuan again.
“Swish!”
Chen Shisan once again stood in front of the old monk, his gaze as determined as before.
“I promised Tianxuan that I won’t fall down until he stands up.”
“You can break the sword in my hand, but you can’t break the sword in my heart.”
As he spoke, the not particularly strong power within Chen Shisan began to surge.
“Spring” was boiling, the “Divine Bridge” was resonating, and the “Shore of the Other Side” trembled.
If observed closely, one would notice that Chen Shisan’s “realm” had transformed into a sword.
Using “Spring” as the hilt, “Divine Bridge” as the blade, and “Shore of the Other Side” as the tip.
This divine weapon was wildly resonating.
It seemed as if it was about to awaken, helping Chen Shisan break through the barriers of his realm.
“Clang!”
Just as the divine weapon within Chen Shisan was about to breach the mirror, the True Martial Sword on the ground suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
Endless Sword Qi surged forth from the broken True Martial Sword.
In the end, the True Martial Sword became a brilliant stream of light, rushing towards the old monk of Cloud Mountain Temple.
That was the final radiance of the True Martial Sword.
