“Anger’s Precepts, the Path of Buddhism, the offerings at Qingzhai Temple, the incense will burn forever.”
With each step, Anger Arhat conjured blood-red lotus flowers, their essence infusing the six-armed Dharma King statue, regenerating flesh and manifesting the true power of the Buddha.
Halberd, short spear, pagoda, scissors, demon-subduing nail, and drum hammer.
Each of the six arms wielded a tantric artifact: the halberd entwined with blood calamity, the short spear shrouded in plague, the pagoda filled with vengeful spirits, the scissors severing paths, the demon-subduing nail cutting off life force, and the drum hammer emanating thunderous disaster.
“A lama dons the kasaya, a weasel steals the true scriptures, and sits on the lotus platform, thinking himself the true Buddha?”
Meng Qingzhou shouted angrily, directing hundreds of sword embryos formed from the Space-Time Ocean Flow towards the six-armed Dharma King statue.
Anger Arhat strode forward, the muscles on his cheeks tearing sideways under the pressure of the wind, yet he smiled cruelly, eyes filled with rage. Each step was laborious, as if he bore the weight of the heavens.
He was dragging the six-armed Dharma King statue, pulling it along like a marionette.
The six arms swung horizontally, the tantric artifacts whistled through the air, and the yellow sands of the endless Wilderness boiled, trembling as if the sea was being scorched.
“Six-Armed Dharma King, punisher of evil, the benefactor’s obsession runs too deep, return from your lost path!”
Meng Qingzhou stood in mid-air, a colossal object pressing down from above, making him appear as insignificant as a speck of dust.
“Space-Time Ocean Flow.”
Hundreds of streams from the River of Time and Space formed sword embryos, like arrows drawn to full tension. At the moment Meng Qingzhou ‘released the bowstring,’ a storm arose, space shattered along the way, and dark alternate space currents seeped through the cracks.
Boom!
The divine might of the six-armed Dharma King statue was unstoppable, yet under the relentless bombardment of the ‘arrows,’ the descent of the tantric artifacts was forcibly slowed.
“Three.”
Meng Qingzhou took a single step and stopped, his lips moved slightly, uttering a number.
Immediately, the six arms of the Dharma King statue trembled.
Crack, crack…
The sound of breaking echoed suddenly, under the watchful eyes of the Great Beings of the Morning Glow Realm in the Wilderness, they saw the six tantric artifacts shatter like the moon reflected in water struck by a stone.
Blood trickled from the corner of Anger Arhat’s mouth, suffering severe backlash, his eyes bloodshot, retreating a few steps in disbelief:
“These six tantric artifacts were blessed by a wisp of the Buddha’s breath, their quality surpassing ordinary Emperor Grade, how could they be shattered?”
Then, Anger Arhat saw strands of Space-Time Dao essence attached to the fragments of the tantric artifacts. The power of time corroded the spirituality of the six Emperor Grade artifacts, consuming their lifespan.
“Two…”
At this moment, Meng Qingzhou uttered another number.
Anger Arhat’s pupils contracted violently, an indescribable sense of foreboding rose within him, a chill ran from his spine to the top of his head.
Certain death!
Dodge…
He must dodge!
Anger Arhat’s body stiffened, unknowingly enveloped by the domain of Time and Space. Reversing Time, his thoughts nearly froze. Driven by a desire to live, he broke through the confinement of Time and Space. Reversing Time, his golden arhat body, infused with Sky-Reaching Dao essence, provided some immunity.
Swish!
As Anger Arhat desperately sidestepped, a sword embryo shot past his cheek.
Cold sweat broke out on Anger Arhat’s back, despite his arhat body having no sweat glands.
“That was close… As expected of the Space-Time Sword Saint, nearly took my life,” Anger Arhat forced a smile.
Having narrowly escaped death, Anger Arhat was no longer composed, even forgetting to refer to himself as a humble monk.
“Wait!”
Anger Arhat realized something, turned his head abruptly, but it was too late!
As he turned, he saw dozens of ‘arrows’ piercing through the body of the six-armed Dharma King statue, the Space-Time Dao essence spreading from the wounds.
Pfft!
Anger Arhat coughed up blood, his aura plummeting. His life was linked to the Dharma King statue; its destruction meant he would be gravely injured, if not dead.
The thousand-foot-tall six-armed Dharma King statue stood still for a few seconds before collapsing inch by inch, like a skyscraper toppling over.
“No…”
Anger Arhat coughed up blood continuously, his eyes bursting, a deep groove tearing through the Sea of Consciousness at his brow, golden blood gushing out.
“One.”
At this moment.
Meng Qingzhou finally uttered the last number. As soon as the words fell, his figure slowly disappeared, not through teleportation or extreme speed, but as if time itself was erasing him, the Heavenly Dao seemingly using an eraser to wipe him from existence.
Bits of life essence reconstructed behind Anger Arhat.
Anger Arhat didn’t even have time to react. A sound of flesh being pierced reached his ears. Looking down, he saw the blade of the Cicada Song sword protruding from his body, blood dripping from the blade.
The blood of an arhat nourished all beings. The creatures on the ground licked the blood, either exploding and dying or transforming into spiritual beasts on the spot.
“This is the first.”
Meng Qingzhou withdrew his sword, wiping the blood off the blade with two fingers, then walked towards the remaining two arhats.
Boom!
Anger Arhat disintegrated into dust, the Space-Time Dao essence completely consuming his body, leaving only a husk.
For a moment, the entire world seemed silent.
Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing Arhats were stunned, their smiles fading, growing serious.
They had been behind Anger Arhat, wanting to assist but unable to.
It seemed like a lot had happened.
In reality, less than a second had passed.
In the blink of an eye, Anger Arhat was stripped of his life, the six-armed Dharma King statue collapsed, and some early Morning Glow Realm cultivators hadn’t even processed what happened before Anger Arhat was dead.
Countless gazes converged, watching that unhurried figure ascend step by step.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
People watched in awe and reverence, as if in pilgrimage.
Invincible, truly invincible!
Instantly killing a pseudo-Sky-Reaching Arhat, a feat akin to myth!
“Space-Time Sword Saint, do you truly intend to defy the orders of the Buddha?”
“Stop! Leave now, and we will let bygones be bygones!”
Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing Arhats were terrified, their spirits trembling. What kind of power was this? If they had to describe it in two words: invincible!
But they knew, the Buddha would not intervene unless absolutely necessary. Even if all the gods and buddhas perished, once the World of Bliss was created, the Buddha could recreate them with a single thought.
Last time, when they met Meng Qingzhou, the Buddha’s warning was the utmost he could do.
They thought, even if they were no match, the Space-Time Sword Saint wouldn’t dare kill. But the brutal reality, the bloody precedent, told them: “The Space-Time Sword Saint has a killing intent, and those who block him will surely die!”
Dragon Subduing raised his hand, seeing Meng Qingzhou’s steps hadn’t stopped, he finally conceded:
“Alright… Alright, we will retreat and no longer obstruct you.”
“You may lead your army away.”
Saying this, Dragon Subduing and Tiger Subduing Arhats stepped aside, showing their sincerity.
However, after waiting a few seconds, they were horrified to find…
The deathly footsteps of the Space-Time Sword Saint continued, he was still advancing! His Sword Sense growing even stronger!
Meng Qingzhou uttered two words, coldly: “Too late!”
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