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Chapter 504: 383 Xuanming's Fall (Don't Raise Book)_3

Chapter 504: 383 Xuanming’s Fall (Don’t Raise Book)_3

Mighty forces collided within the secret realm, fracturing the ground and shaking the void. Each of the two combatants occupied their own domain—one bathed in brilliant golden light, the other ensconced in malevolent energy.

The struggle between the Buddhist and the demonic.

As different as clear and muddy waters.

This battle placed pressure on Chen Yuan no less than when he previously faced that grandmaster. No wonder the Ascending Immortal Tower had deemed Chen Yuan more fitting for the fourth spot on the Hidden Dragon List.

Indeed, there was some truth to it.

Xuanming, the reincarnation of an Arhat, did indeed have a few tricks up his sleeve.

There’s always someone stronger out there, a higher sky above.

When viewed through a narrow lens, both Wei Wuya and Zuo Chengzong were formidable opponents to him now.

However, this was even better. It was only through intense, exhilarating combat could one’s potential truly be unleashed and the spirit of martial arts refined.

In contrast to Chen Yuan’s rising fighting spirit, Xuanming showed a hint of surprise.

He originally believed that he was slightly stronger than Chen Yuan. After all, he possessed a stronger physique, higher level of cultivation, and Chen Yuan was still only at the late stage of Reach Profound, far from the peak.

But in a real exchange of blows, his opponent’s strength was not the least bit weaker than his.

And his fighting spirit was even more vigorous!

Divine weapons and Buddha treasures, phantom sword lights, physical collisions…

In just a brief moment, their clashes escalated to the extreme, exchanging blows dozens of times in each breath, like thunderous roars.

As the fight continued, Chen Yuan’s strength was slowly advancing.

From being slightly inferior at the start to now having a slight upper hand.

Do not underestimate this slight edge; it meant that the scales of victory were tipping in Chen Yuan’s favor, suggesting that in a life-and-death fight, Chen Yuan was stronger.

Xuanming’s expression gradually darkened, the previous calmness nowhere to be seen.

“Boom!!!”

Another explosive exchange, a trickle of crimson seeped from the corner of Xuanming’s mouth as he was blasted back hundreds of meters, his white monk’s robe stained red with blood.

Of course, Chen Yuan didn’t have it easy either.

Though he didn’t bleed, the essence blood within his body was churning tumultuously, as if stirred.

His left shoulder was somewhat caved in—a wound caused by a punch from Xuanming.

“Master Chen is skilled; no wonder you could slay a grandmaster in reverse order. This humble monk admires you.”

Setting everything else aside, just in terms of strength, Xuanming now held some admiration for Chen Yuan.

Because the opponent was fighting him to a standstill, even gaining the upper hand, under the circumstances where both his physique and cultivation were inferior. If Chen Yuan also reached the Reach Profound Peak…

Then he might well be defeated today.

“Words are superfluous. Show me whatever techniques you’ve got left, or else… you won’t have another chance,” Chen Yuan said gravely.

“Very well, then this humble monk will decide the victory with you in one strike.”

“No, it’s about life and death. Today, we not only determine who is superior, but also who lives and who dies!”

The Emperor Slaughter Saber hung in the void. Yes, Chen Yuan was about to employ his true trump card.

“Amitabha, Master Chen, your killing karma is too heavy. Today, this humble monk shall suppress you. Be aware, the Buddhist does not only encompass the compassion of the Bodhisattva but also embodies the wrath of Vajra!”

Xuanming beckoned with one hand, and the eighteen Buddha beads shattered at once.

The fragments drifted in the void, merging with drops of golden essence blood to form a vast Buddha palm, coalescing in the void as if a real Buddha had descended to the world.

“Tathagata of the Great Sun!”

The majestic sound of the Buddha echoed throughout.

“Transformation Dragon.”

At this moment, Chen Yuan no longer concealed himself. The Dragon Soul within the Emperor Slaughter Saber howled and spiraled above Chen Yuan’s head, as streams of Essence Blood surged into the body of the Dragon Soul, solidifying its form.

After placing the Blood Bodhi into his mouth, Chen Yuan’s eyes were filled with madness.

“Kill!”

“Suppress!”

The two shouted simultaneously, as the Dragon Roar bellowed and the Buddha Light shone brilliantly.

The light illuminated a thousand meters around, enveloping both Chen Yuan and Xuanming within its radiance.

Explosive roaring sounds burst forth, creating a crater dozens of yards long in the ground.

At the epicenter of their clash, even the void was punctured, with endless ripples…

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Chen Yuan stood leaning on his saber, gasping for breath. His aura was somewhat wilted, but fortunately, some strength still remained; his Essence Blood had not been drained–all thanks to the guidance of Jiang He.

From his high vantage point, Jiang He could see the flaws at a glance and pointed out the weaknesses and omissions. Otherwise, Chen Yuan probably would have stood for a long while before he could slightly stir again.

At this moment,

Only Chen Yuan remained standing. Xuanming had fallen from the void, his life and death unknown.

That Buddhist palm was directly shattered by the Dragon Soul.

“When I say I’ll send you to the Western Paradise, that’s exactly what I’ll do. Chen never speaks falsely,” Chen Yuan said, looking down at the lifeless, charred body on the ground.

“Hum hum hum…”

Suddenly, just as Chen Yuan spoke,

The golden bowl beside Xuanming burst into a brilliant Buddha Light, enveloping him.

Chen Yuan’s gaze sharpened and he immediately grasped the Sword Talisman, ready to deliver a killing blow.

He wouldn’t give his opponent time to recover; otherwise, with his current state, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

Before Chen Yuan could act, a phantom of an old monk materialized from Xuanming’s body, bringing his hands together towards Chen Yuan and saying,

“Thank you, Benefactor Chen, for your assistance.”

“Are you Xuanming’s past life, Master?”

Thinking of the rumors, Chen Yuan couldn’t help but frown.

“Reincarnation… haha, you could say that. But soon, I will fully merge with him; from then on, I am him, and he is me. Otherwise, Xuanming would not be able to achieve Unity of Divine Soul and Core Formation. It seems I have to thank Benefactor Chen.

It seems… the opportunity that the high monk spoke of must be this very battle.”

Chen Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said no more.

The white-robed old monk glanced at the charred body of Xuanming on the ground and said with a smile,

“Benefactor Chen, let us meet again in the Immortal Battle. By then… Xuanming will have another match with you to see who is superior.”

After saying that and with a meaningful glance at a small mound not far away—seemingly noticing the swaying Divine Lotus— the old monk merged with the golden bowl, blasting open a portal in the void of this Secret Realm.

Carrying Xuanming’s corporeal form, it tore through the void and disappeared into the distance.

Only Chen Yuan was left standing in the same spot.

He did not attempt to stop him—firstly because he couldn’t grasp the depth of his opponent’s abilities, and secondly because he didn’t have much strength left at this point. Aside from that Sword Talisman, it seemed…

He had no other options left.

Moreover, Xuanming had indeed met his demise in a sense…

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