The young Buddhist nun from Spirit Platform Buddhism frowned when she saw the Fire Spirit Sect disciple still acting so arrogantly.
"Benefactor, you were clearly losing. If I hadn’t intervened in ti, you would likely have been injured! Why must you insist on putting up a brave front?"
Hearing the young nun’s words, the Fire Spirit Sect disciple, Yang Ding, turned livid. In the previous clash, he had indeed been sowhat careless, allowing his opponent to seize the initiative. On one hand, as a Fire Spirit Sect disciple, he was extrely confident in his Cultivation Technique and Magical Artifacts. On the other hand, he had never imagined that in the Central Divine Dynasty’s Western Region, any cultivator would dare to strike first against a disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect!
In his view, within the Central Divine Dynasty’s Western Region, only the Fire Spirit Sect had the prerogative to kill; only they initiated attacks. How could other sects dare to make the first move? With the exception of disciples from a few Immortal Sects, like the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect—whom they might hesitate slightly before attacking—other cultivators would invariably bow their heads obediently, allowing themselves to be humiliated and beaten whenever they encountered the Fire Spirit Sect.
Now, caught off guard and humiliated before tens of thousands of cultivators, how could he endure such disgrace? He desperately wished he could tear Li Xiaohu to pieces on the spot! Yet, in this instant, the one he hated most wasn’t Li Xiaohu. It was this young Buddhist nun who had interfered and, worse, implied that he, a Fire Spirit Sect disciple, was inadequate.
At this thought, Yang Ding’s face twitched, and he snarled, "Fine, fine, fine! Since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant your wish! I’ll incinerate you until nothing but ashes remain! We’ll see then if your Buddhist Technique, which can supposedly suppress Magical Artifacts, is superior, or if my three Fire Spirit Cauldrons are mightier!"
The next instant, he roared furiously. Two more seventh-tier Magical Artifacts—Fire Spirit Cauldrons—shot out from his waist. The three Fire Spirit Cauldrons, now floating mid-air, swirled continuously, suddenly unleashing a massive swarm of Fla Sparrows that densely filled the sky for miles around. Each Fla Sparrow was hundreds of feet in size, engulfed in fierce flas, their collective might several tis greater than when he had fought Li Xiaohu!
The surrounding cultivators’ expressions shifted upon witnessing this spectacle. The Fire Spirit Sect’s dominance in the Central Divine Dynasty’s Western Region wasn’t solely due to their wicked and overbearing thods. A primary reason was their Fire Spirit Divine Skill, which allowed them to use their sect’s Fire Spirit Cauldrons to instantaneously create nurous Fla Sparrows of the sa tier as the caster.
This was practically equivalent to each Fire Spirit Sect disciple manipulating dozens of Demon Pearls at once. Furthermore, the more Fire Spirit Cauldrons a disciple possessed, the more Fla Sparrows they could simultaneously command. Although High-Tier Fire Spirit Cauldrons were difficult to refine, a disciple with three to five of them could effectively control over a hundred Demon Pearls, summoning over a hundred creatures of their own tier.
This tactic of overwhelming opponents with sheer numbers was utterly shaless. Consequently, hardly any cultivator of the sa tier could withstand a Fire Spirit Sect disciple in the Transcendence Realm.
After all, while other cultivators could buy Demon Pearls to summon demons, their internal True Qi was finite. Typically, a cultivator at Ninth-Layer Perfection could manipulate about ten Demon Pearls at most before exhausting their True Qi. But how could ten sa-tier demons possibly contend with over a hundred? Such a disparity inevitably led to an instant, crushing defeat!
Gazing at the hundred-plus gigantic Fla Sparrows soaring through the air, many cultivators shook their heads, their eyes filled with concern for the young nun. The Fire Spirit Sect’s conduct had long been resented, and nearly every cultivator who knew of their ways yearned to see their disciples soundly thrashed. Yet, they also understood a harsh truth: unless one reached the Earth Immortal Realm, defeating a Fire Spirit Sect disciple of the sa tier was virtually impossible. None of the cultivators present could do it, not even the disciples of the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect. They feared this young nun would be no exception.
Indeed, as the hundreds of blazing Fla Sparrows filled the sky and charged towards her, the young nun, previously calm, now showed a flicker of apprehension. She dared not waste a mont. Clasping her hands together, she began reciting Buddhist chants, her entire body suffused with a gentle Buddha’s Light. As this light shone and the chants spread, more than a dozen Fla Sparrows that had neared her were instantly affected. The mont they ca within a hundred yards of her, their flas were quelled, their power drastically reduced, and they shrank into harmless, palm-sized firebirds.
The Buddhist Technique this young nun employed was clearly remarkable. While it lacked ferocious killing power, it was characterized by its neutrality and peace. With surprising ease, it seed to make the imposing Fla Sparrows ’lay down their butcher knives,’ transforming them into innocuous little birds.
However, Yang Ding, his heart now filled with murderous intent, was resolved to eliminate this young nun. In such a state, he wouldn’t hold back in the slightest. Seeing his Fla Sparrows being rapidly suppressed by the Buddha’s Light, he roared, produced dozens of Grade-Entering Profound Truth Jades, and swiftly absorbed their energy. A surge of True Qi coursed through him, which he then funneled relentlessly into the three Fire Spirit Cauldrons!
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