Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 750 - 585: Xuan Ming’s Sneak Attack + - 586: Self-Immolation by Fire

Chapter 750: Chapter 585: Xuan Ming’s Sneak Attack + Chapter 586: Self-Immolation by Fire

Jile Buddha, appearing like a tender child, let out a sharp, piercing shriek from his mouth.

In an instant, a pleasant child’s voice transformed into a hoarse, piercing wail: "Frogs at the bottom of the well, unaware of Lord Buddha’s abilities, all beings sink into oblivion..."

This person seemed unthreatening, but in his move, a toy-like wooden staff in his hand grew longer as it caught the wind, as if it intended to pierce the skies.

With a thunderous crash, the staff came smashing down.

It scattered the clouds and dispelled the air.

Just as Bai He was fending with his sword, he saw countless intertwined men and women materialize before him with the descent of the staff, accompanied by a myriad of strange sounds.

From nowhere, a pink fog emerged, with a smiling yet not smiling, indistinguishable Yin and Yang, a bald and bare dharma image appearing in front of him.

Bai He’s face instantly turned beet red.

It was unclear whether it was the stirring of mixed thoughts in his heart or the permeation of the pink fog into his physique, causing disruption in his Qi-Blood.

Zhou Ping’an, concealed within the clouds, watched from a distance, not in a hurry to make a move, wanting to see where Old Monk Xuanming was actually hiding.

He caught sight of Jile Buddha using his "Big move" right from the start.

It almost broke his "Carefree Journey" Concealment Method.

’Have you ever seen a three-dimensional imaging of a real-person show?’

’Moreover, it’s magnified dozens to hundreds of times, where every strand of hair seems to emanate a peculiar scent, along with an indescribable Spiritual Shock that floods into the soul, impressive indeed.’

Not to mention Bai He, a young Cultivator who has just come of age and may or may not have experienced love, even an old man with a stiff and wooden body, upon seeing such a scene, can’t help but thank Guo Jia for the block...

The most fearsome aspect is, when this person strikes so pinkly, the staff brought down is as heavy as a mountain, and if one is distracted, they’ll be smashed into meat paste.

Sure enough, a force that can establish its sect in Chitong County and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Brahma Temple, even if they are just pretending to be adversaries, indeed has a considerable foundation.

In contrast to Jile Buddha’s earth-shattering move as soon as he acted.

Standing on the other side of the city wall, the Prefectural Governor Han Guang acted with much quieter momentum.

Zhou Ping’an just glanced over and frowned.

This person, acting simultaneously with Eastmost Old Buddha, though not so splendidly, emanated a golden radiance so serene and profound, three feet long.

A Coiled Dragon Staff quietly swept across...

Where the staff travelled, the void collapsed layer by layer, creating a line of pitch-black cracks.

You could faintly see ahead of the staff head, a mournful Azure Dragon shedding blood, its dragon’s roar vibrating the soul.

Zhou Ping’an, with his sharp eyes, already saw clearly that behind the Prefectural Governor emerged a Dharma form, resembling a Golden Body sculpture.

It depicted an emaciated monk, gripping a Black Dragon, and tearing it into two.

’Arhat Dharma Image, Dragon Subduing Stick Technique.’

A flash of enlightenment crossed his mind, knowing this was a Secret Technique passed down from the Brahma Temple, truly adept in killing and combat.

He wondered if his younger brother Bai He could withstand it.

Would Old Monk Xuanming still make an appearance?

Zhou Ping’an’s Heart Thought stirred, and he further suppressed his emotions, concealing himself even deeper.

Because he saw that Bai He was not the slightest bit panicked, the flush on his face had disappeared, and instead, a smile began to show.

’Indeed, Bai He was able to survive relentless pursuits within the Heavenly Cave Blessed Land, continuing to grow, and even breaking through major bottlenecks to sneak into this world from Desolate Eastern City. To say he lacks formidable abilities would be nonsensical.

He may belong to the disciples of the Cloud Water Sect, yet he is not favored by any faction... The fact that he can come and go freely, surviving all along, is not due to some powerful backing but relies on his own sword and profound Secret Cultivation Method.’

Then, Zhou Ping’an witnessed Bai He’s ace up his sleeve.

"Snake Coiled..."

Bai He looked up and roared deeply, his body surrounded by a huge Black Snake that writhed and, in an instant, coiled into a massive mountain towering enough to pierce the clouds.

Around the mountain, Black Snakes curled, scales shimmering, with rapid black water currents swirling on the side, forming river after river.

Neither the pink staff nor the Dragon-Slaying Stick Technique, striking against Snake Coiled Mountain, did more than splash water droplets and shatter some rocks and dust, not even breaking the scales of the Dharma image’s body.

Instead, the force of impact caused both staffs to leap backwards abruptly.

"Such profound True Elemental Mana!"

Zhou Ping’an was surprised.

Seeing Bai He using the Mystic Snake Dharma Image now, he realized he had underestimated his nominal younger brother.

In the fight at Xiao Mountain, Bai He hadn’t even used half of his strength.

In fact, it was unnecessary to reveal all his trump cards, as that Teaching Elder from the Tang Family failed to push him to his limits before being slain.

"Not good."

Jile Buddha and Prefectural Governor Han Guang, sensing the tides turning unfavorable, changed their expressions drastically and quickly retreated backward.

A beam of pink light, a beam of golden light, shot out like lightning in retreat.

Still, it was a step too slow.

The long sword at Bai He’s glabella suddenly produced multiple afterimages, and the huge Dharma form that coiled around him, its tail, seemed to snap forward with shadows as well.

"Woosh..."

Like waves rising from a great river and thunder rolling in succession.

Bai He’s swordplay, rather than resembling swordsmanship, looked more like a blunt strike.

With a loud bang, it struck faster than expected, hammering onto the retreating body of Jile Buddha.

He was flung like a pebble into the sky, with a snap, soaring into the clouds to an unknown Ten li away, not even a shadow in sight.

"Mysterious Heavy Water."

Witnessing the weighty force of Bai He’s sword and how Jile Buddha was dispatched as easily as swatting a mosquito,

Han Guang’s face grew even uglier as he exerted all his strength to escape.

The golden light sped up, and in an instant, he fled hundreds of yards.