707: Chapter 705: Saint Hall Attack 707: Chapter 705: Saint Hall Attack “Miss…”
“This is the will of Heaven, no one can change it, everything has been destined!”
Lan Tian said, the corners of his mouth revealing an indiscernible cold smirk.
After Xiao Yifeng obtained the Heart of the Angel, he opened it and saw a sacred and powerful aura diffuse around him.
This aura, as if the object truly belonged to a divine being, eluded comprehension, and even Xiao Yifeng’s penetrating eyes failed to see through it.
Having looked it over once, Xiao Yifeng did not study it further, preparing to head back.
However, not long after Xiao Yifeng began to leave, his gaze flickered; he turned and dashed toward a certain location.
In an open area of Donggang, a fierce battle was also taking place.
The three monks from Lingyin Temple were being besieged by dozens of figures clad in long robes and masked veils, all donning a distinctive garb.
“People from the Tianri Sect!”
By the ti Xiao Yifeng arrived at the scene upon hearing the commotion, he noticed their attire, identical to that worn by the mbers of the Indian Tianri Sect he had seen at the elite competition in Japan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Bang!
A muffled sound of attack landed; the old monk in the red kasaya and a grey-haired, grim-faced old man with an austere expression stumbled backward repeatedly, a fierce surge of qi rippling out, obliterating the void’s currents.
“Lingyin Temple has never had any grievances with your Tianri Sect.
What do you want?”
The old monk said with a solemn face as he looked at the opposition.
“We only want the Sharira!”
The elder from the Tianri Sect said in a deep voice.
“This is a treasure of the Buddha Sect; how could it possibly be handed over to foreigners such as yourselves!”
The old monk retorted coldly, his eyes flashing with resolve.
“The Tianri Sect is also a lineage of the Buddha Dao; why can’t we obtain the Sharira?”
The elder from the Tianri Sect countered with a cold snort.
“No matter what, I cannot hand over the Sharira to foreigners such as yourselves!”
The old monk said with an uncompromising face.
“Then don’t bla us for not being polite!”
The elder spoke as he ford hand seals, his power erupting completely.
With a nimble move, he charged out and aid a palm strike at the old monk.
“Vajra Palm!”
The old monk shouted deeply, a golden Buddhist light diffusing from his body, a rich Buddha Dao’s majesty released, a palm striking fiercely, blasting out with fierce and domineering power.
Their palms collided, and both figures stumbled backward.
In the anti, the two middle-aged monks from Lingyin Temple had already been besieged to death by the Tianri Sect’s assailants.
Imdiately, the group’s gaze turned to the old monk, nacing auras spreading.
“Pinching Flower Seal!”
The elder from the Tianri Sect twisted his hands, forming a mysterious and profound seal.
With a dreadful aura, he launched it.
The remaining Tianri Sect masters all attacked, with powerful strikes erupting.
“Golden Bell Shield!”
The old monk, his expression austere, cried out as a surge of golden light coursed over him, forming a shield.
Boom, boom, boom!
Terrifying attacks landed on the shield around the old monk, resounding with a series of booms.
Blinding light exploded forth, torrents of vigorous energy swept out like tides.
Pfft!
At that mont, the Pinching Flower Seal ford by the elder from the Tianri Sect struck the golden shield, shattering it completely.
The powerful force surged forth, directly blasting the old monk away, and the box containing the Buddha Beads flying out.
Watching the box fly out, Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flickered in the distance.
“Stay here and don’t move!”
At this mont, a deep voice sounded in Xiao Yifeng’s ear, followed by a figure bursting out from beside him.
“Third Uncle!”
Recognizing the figure, Xiao Yifeng couldn’t help but call out, as the person was none other than his third uncle, Xiao Han.
Bang!
As the Buddha Beads fell out of the box, the old mber of the Tianri Sect was about to make a move to snatch them when Xiao Han lunged forward in a swift step and struck with his palm, forcing the other back.
His other hand swung out fiercely, grabbing the Sharira and tossing it towards where Xiao Yifeng stood.
Realizing this, Xiao Yifeng understood that his third uncle was trying to help him obtain the Buddhist Relic.
Xiao Yifeng employed the Jiuxing Zhuiyue technique, instantly catching the Sharira in the palm of his hand, and glanced at Xiao Han.
“Go!”
Xiao Han said sternly, and Xiao Yifeng was the first to leave the place, as with Xiao Han’s strength, there wouldn’t be too much danger.
“Attack!”
Seeing the Sharira snatched away, the old man from the Tianri Sect commanded, prompting the whole group to attack Xiao Han, along with the old monk making another move.
Xiao Han alone displayed incredibly powerful strength, managing to block all of them.
Xiao Yifeng quickly fled the scene, intending to return to the hotel.
However, when he was still over a hundred ters away from the hotel, a terrifying sense of crisis surged in his heart, with two dreadful auras directly locking onto Xiao Yifeng.
Imdiately after, two figures appeared in front of him; one was the eldest among the white-robed bishops, and the other was the man from the Blood Clan who had fought with him.
These two looked sowhat disheveled as if they had gone through a fierce battle, but at this mont, their eyes were firmly fixed on Xiao Yifeng.
“Hand over the Heart of the Angel!”
“Hand over the Heart of the Angel!”
The two n said in unison, looking at Xiao Yifeng.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”
Xiao Yifeng said somberly, his gaze flickering.
“Stop pretending; you have the aura of the Heart of the Angel on you.
Hand it over obediently, or you will face God’s judgent!”
The white-robed bishop stared intently at Xiao Yifeng.
“Kid, just hand over the Heart of the Angel to , and I can spare your life!”
The man from the Blood Clan said coldly.
Xiao Yifeng’s eyes shimred with light, not expecting they would find him so quickly.
He was surprised that the people from the Saint Hall could sense the aura of the Heart of the Angel.
However, it would not be easy for Xiao Yifeng to hand over the Heart of the Angel just like that.
“It seems you have no intention of handing it over, then accept God’s judgent!”
The white-robed bishop shouted coldly, swinging his scepter, and a holy, terrifying aura exploded from him.
Even after experiencing a major battle earlier, for so reason, the strength of this white-robed bishop did not diminish at all, but seed even more terrifying.
The holy, terrifying aura bore down on Xiao Yifeng, making him feel unable to withstand it, as if a deity stood before him, not daring to harbor any thoughts of defiance.
“God’s Judgent!”
The white-robed bishop gently waved his scepter toward Xiao Yifeng.
A light descended from the heavens, aiming straight at Xiao Yifeng to obliterate him.
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