Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 458: Rod of Buddha’s Fury

Chapter 458: Chapter 458: Rod of Buddha’s Fury

Ghost Hand’s figure shot toward Wen Xiangxin like an arrow released from its bowstring, the speed so swift it made Wen’s heart jolt. The scene before his eyes blurred, and suddenly, Ghost Hand was in front of him, a fist glowing with a faint golden light, hammering towards his chest.

"Rod of Buddha’s Fury!"

Upon hearing Ghost Hand’s explosive shout, Wen Xiangxin once again saw the angry Buddha and the Buddha’s Zen Staff, whirling towards him in a golden fury.

This time, the power of the Zen Staff was greater, the pressure heavier, and the momentum more ferocious; it was as though a mountain collapsed upon him, pressing down.

Wen Xiangxin’s pupils constricted; he sensed that the power behind Ghost Hand’s punch exceeded his limit of endurance.

He simply could not comprehend how a mere Profound Level initial stage Martial Artist could unleash a battle force comparable to that of a Profound Level Perfection Martial Artist.

Even though he had deciphered a portion of the mysteries within a Heaven Rank Technique, it was impossible to assimilate and utilize it freely in such a short time.

Seeing Ghost Hand’s unstoppable punch bearing down, Wen Xiangxin’s instinct was to dodge, but he found himself completely enveloped by Ghost Hand’s fist’s trajectory, with no chance to avoid it, a wave of despair washing over him.

"I’ll stake everything!"

Unwilling to be captured without a fight, Wen Xiangxin let out a hoarse roar, his eyes bloodshot as he thrust his sword straight forward, piercing towards Ghost Hand’s incoming fist.

He was prepared to harness his body’s potential to the extreme and gamble on both suffering serious injuries, and then count on his disciples to join forces and kill Ghost Hand, removing this formidable enemy once and for all.

The wind from Ghost Hand’s punch and Wen Xiangxin’s sword thrust, the force of True Essence they released, swept up the snow within a ten-foot radius, forming a curtain that cut off the spectators’ view.

Lead by Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai, the disciples of Misty Rain Tower widened their eyes at the curtain of snow, anxious and unsure of their Tower Master’s victory or defeat.

Bang——

"Ah——"

A muffled sound was followed by a scream; a white figure was sent flying, tumbling into the snow several zhang away and lay motionless, clearly having died on the spot.

"Tower Master!"

Upon seeing Wen Xiangxin being struck away, Wen Xiangshan, Wen Xianghai, and the others cried out in shock and rushed forward to see. When they glimpsed their master’s state in death, they all inhaled sharply.

Wen Xiangxin lay on his back, blood seeping from all seven orifices, with his chest almost completely collapsed, his death a particularly gruesome sight.

The hilt of his flexible sword was still gripped in his hand, but the blade itself had snapped off, its location unknown.

Ghost Hand’s punch had not only shattered Wen Xiangxin’s flexible sword but had also caved in his chest, completely pulverizing his internal organs, leaving him undeniably dead.

As the snow curtain dissipated, Ghost Hand’s figure was revealed.

His right fist remained clenched tight, but it appeared to have been pierced, the flesh mangled. The broken piece of Wen Xiangxin’s sword protruded from beneath his armpit, having shot through his clothing; had it been slightly off, it would have impaled him through.

Ghost Hand, who had been holding his posture erect, now bent slightly at the waist, taking labored, heaving breaths, his clothes soaked with sweat.

That punch had drained him completely; after killing Wen Xiangxin, he felt utterly empty.

Seeing the dozen or so Misty Rain Tower disciples gather around Wen Xiangxin’s body then turn their heads in shared hostility towards him, he knew another fight was imminent. Knowing he couldn’t afford to relax, he reached for a White Essence Stone and grasped it in his palm, silently circulating his cultivation technique to rapidly absorb the Golden Essence Energy from the White Essence Stone.

White Essence Stones are low-grade Golden Essence Stones; they were what Fang Bai first obtained on his way to Yanjing in a cave dwelling left by a Heaven Level Martial Artist. Later, when Fang Bai took Ghost Hand as his disciple and discovered that Ghost Hand possessed a Metal Spirit Root, he gave Ghost Hand several pieces to aid his cultivation.

Essence Stones could assist in cultivation and also rapidly replenish depleted Essence Energy. Fortunately, Ghost Hand still had a few Golden Essence Stones on him, or else facing over a dozen Profound Level Martial Artists from Misty Rain Tower, he would have had a hard time coping.

"Dead... haha... dead..."

After Wen Shiba was captured by Fang Bai, he was brutally tortured and later had his limbs crippled by Ghost Hand, rendering him unable to further cultivate Ancient Martial arts; this drove him nearly to the brink of mental breakdown. Now, seeing his father killed, he was further traumatized and suddenly became crazed, bursting into a mix of loud laughter and weeping.

"Form the Sword Array!"

Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai, seeing that the strongest in Misty Rain Tower, Wen Xiangxin, was no match for Ghost Hand in a few exchanges, their faces dramatically changed. Realizing they needed to join forces, or they might be defeated one by one, immediately shouted out.

Including them, eighteen Profound Level Martial Artists from Misty Rain Tower drew their flexible swords from their waists, moved swiftly into position, and encircled Ghost Hand.

The "Swiftwind Torrential Rain Sword Formation" is derived from the "Swiftwind Torrential Rain Eighteen Swords" and is the signature secret technique of Misty Rain Tower. The legacy of this sword array has been passed down for a long time and wouldn’t be easily revealed unless Misty Rain Tower was facing life and death peril.

The eighteen Profound Level disciples of Misty Rain Tower that comprised the sword array usually only practiced one sword technique each. In combat, the eighteen would join the array to strike together with eighteen swords simultaneously, with a combined force many times more powerful than a single person’s technique, capable of contending even against a martial artist at Profound Level Perfection.

Ghost Hand, surrounded by the eighteen Profound Level disciples of Misty Rain Tower, with eighteen flexible swords pointing at him, felt the sharp and incomparable sword energy permeating around him and couldn’t help but feel nervous.

If he was at his peak strength, Ghost Hand would dare to fight in this sword array; even if he couldn’t break the formation, he was confident he could escape. However, in the battle with Wen Xiangxin, he had expended a great deal of True Essence, and his combat strength was less than half of his peak, making it impossible for him to last long in this sword array.

"Rod of Buddha’s Fury! Break for me!"

Seizing the moment when the opponent’s sword array had just formed and hadn’t yet launched a joint attack, Ghost Hand bellowed and made the first move, hoping to disrupt their formation and break through.

He launched a punch with both fists, targeting the two disciples of Misty Rain Tower with the weakest martial artist aura, aiming to create an opening through them.

"Strike!"

As Ghost Hand launched his attack, Wen Xiangshan shouted and was the first to thrust his sword.

As this sword array was interconnected, Wen Xiangshan’s thrust set off a chain reaction among the other seventeen disciples of Misty Rain Tower, whose swords almost simultaneously lunged forward.

Eighteen different sword techniques interweaved, delivering combined strikes from above and below, enveloping true essence with the force of a fierce storm, sweeping towards Ghost Hand in the center of the formation, sealing off all his avenues of escape.

Ghost Hand’s "Rod of Buddha’s Fury" was immensely powerful; even if his True Essence was significantly expended, if he were to face an enemy alone, a mid-stage Profound Level martial artist would not stand a chance against his punch.

But within this sword array, though he launched punches with both fists, the punches felt as if they were thrown into the sea, barely causing the sword array’s operation to pause for an instant, without achieving any significant effect.

Seeing the eighteen flashes of sword light stabbing towards him, Ghost Hand’s eyes suddenly bulged, his aura exploded in an instant, and he prepared to use a secret technique to stimulate his body’s potential.

Although stimulating one’s potential came with significant side effects and could even impact future cultivation, at this moment, for the sake of survival, Ghost Hand could not care less.

"Ghost Hand, don’t be rash!"

At the crucial moment, the voice of Fang Bai exploded like thunder beside Ghost Hand’s ears.

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