On the plain.
The monk in white holds a Precept Sword in one hand and forms a Hand Seal with the other.
The Precept Sword is dark, emitting rolling black Qi.
The Hand Seal is stern, with a looming Golden Bell appearing from it.
Two extre breaths converge on one person, yet they are incomparably harmonious.
Facing the lofty Luo Chen, he remains calm and speaks lightly, "My monastic na is Jue Ning, but of course, you may call by my secular na before I beca a monk—Ning Yuzhuo!"
When the na "Ning Yuzhuo" appeared, Luo Chen suddenly felt a jarring sense of blending between illusion and reality, mory and the present.
During his travels in the North Sea with Han Zhan, he once ntioned seeing a Demonic Cultivator from the North Sea in his youth, who wielded pure Demonic Qi in the Eastern Wasteland.
In a dream of Cang Long, he saw that Demonic Cultivator, but the person didn’t revel for long before he was personally suppressed by the eminent monk Hui Ping.
The na was also Ning Yuzhuo!
Now witnessing the person in front of him, regardless of deanor or the Qi Power being displayed, it all matched the fragnted mories.
It must be him!
Luo Chen let out a carefree laugh, "Very good, I don’t kill naless people. If you have a na, then take another move from !"
These words were extrely arrogant.
What does it an to have a na so you must take another move?
However, Luo Chen’s actions were even more domineering than it seed.
He stepped through the air as if climbing a heavenly ladder, each step blossoming like a lotus.
When he reached great heights, he suddenly kicked out.
His whole body shot towards Ning Yuzhuo like an arrow from a bow, with wind and thunder erupting in his wake.
His montum exceeded that of Master Ming Lei when summoning Heavenly Thunder.
Thunder Kick!
Facing this kick, Ning Yuzhuo remained calm, the Seal Gesture in his left hand glowing again.
A giant golden bell erged from him, enveloping him.
All of this, though it seed long, happened the mont Luo Chen’s voice fell.
Their contact lasted only a mont.
Bang!
A heavy sound rang out; Ning Yuzhuo stood firm, unmoving.
Luo Chen’s kick was halted outside the golden bell.
Yet, with Ning Yuzhuo at the center, the ground began to tremble violently.
Waves of earth spread out like ripples.
Ten miles, twenty miles, even up to a hundred miles, without cease.
Ning Yuzhuo groaned, holding his long blade with great effort, slowly slashing towards Luo Chen.
"Benevolent one, the sea of bitterness has no bounds; turn back to the shore!"
His face was as serene as a deity, chopping wood with the blade.
This slash seed ordinary, lacking the grandeur of before.
However, at the attack’s center, Luo Chen’s eyes brightened.
In the blade’s light, there were whispers of evil demons and chants of deities, continually invading his Sea of Consciousness.
To an ordinary person, one’s spirit might falter, unable to resist the slash.
But with the Prison Soul Suppression Technique, Luo Chen remained unfazed, laughing, "If you wish to guide others away from suffering, why wield the blade against them?"
Ning Yuzhuo, previously calm, showed surprise for the first ti at Luo Chen’s composure.
He hadn’t expected his Devil’s Sound and Buddha’s Chant to have no effect.
But since he’d already attacked, retreat was not an option.
Ning Yuzhuo murmured, "People are obsessed, lost in the sea of suffering, unwilling to escape; I, a humble monk, can only sever their sins."
As he spoke, the blade’s light changed!
No longer patient in guiding others, it turned violently chaotic, like a great demon descending.
It grew mightier than before, yet Luo Chen sensed less danger, finding it easier to counter.
He advanced boldly, using both palms.
With sheer physical power, he shattered the blade’s light into fragnts.
Demonic Qi was wild, but Origin Force could be more domineering!
The vast Palm Force was endless, striking at Ning Yuzhuo.
Even as the Golden Bell shimred anew, under Luo Chen’s amplified Origin Force assault, it could no longer remain unshaken.
Boom!
In a deafening explosion, Ning Yuzhuo was pushed back, sliding hundreds of feet away to a halt, his face stiff.
Luo Chen straightened, withdrawing his attack, one hand behind his back, clicking his tongue, "If you’re a demon, be a demon; if you cultivate Buddha, so be it. Friend Ning, mixing them so, it’s truly unconventional!"
As he finished.
Opposite him, Ning Yuzhuo, unable to suppress his internal injuries, flashed a peculiar flush, blood seeping from his mouth.
The gaze he cast on Luo Chen was no longer as calm, carrying a hint of bewildernt.
Luo Chen paid no heed.
Under many gazes, he called loudly to Feng Bu Yan and the others in Wind and Thunder Gorge, "Three re individuals, thinking to take my Brother Ming Lei’s cultivation place, better co together, for I, Qitian, am enough!"
His clear voice was laced with unrivaled confidence.
No one doubted whether he was arrogant or pompous.
From striking down Yang Daoist to facing Ning Yuzhuo in the valley, his few moves displayed imnse power.
Even Master Ming Lei, who had previously doubted Luo Chen, now felt a tremor.
Was he not boasting before?
Beneath the Divine Transformation, could all be fought?
Though he couldn’t discern the white-clad monk Ning Yuzhuo, he knew Yang Daoist well. As the Observatory Master of Qingyang Temple, he had achieved the Nascent Soul Stage for three centuries, his Realm near the peak of the Early Nascent Soul Stage, just a step from the Middle Stage.
Such a figure couldn’t withstand Qitian’s palms, showing a vast power gap.
Now, after such a declaration, how would the enemies respond?
Master Ming Lei ceased his attack on Feng Bu Yan, stepping aside to clear a path.
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