Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 641 - 641 660 Wukong

641: Chapter 660 Wukong 641: Chapter 660 Wukong “Die!”

A chaotic upheaval that tore through ancient and modern times, a burst of fist radiance broke through the restraints of time and space, suddenly enlarging within the eyes of Randeng Buddha.

Ye Xuan’s fierce and cold expression also reflected in Randeng Buddha’s gaze.

“How is this possible?”

The tranquility was no longer with Randeng Buddha.

His face instantly turned to one of shock and confusion.

However, he reacted extremely quickly, the blue light on his shoulder flaring brightly, transforming into a wheel of blue Buddha Light that enveloped his body, attempting to withstand Ye Xuan’s earth-shattering strike.

Clang!

Like a divine mountain falling upon the earth, or the Heavenly River reversing its flow, there came a thunderous roar.

The blue glaze lantern immediately cracked, the corners of Randeng Buddha’s mouth leaking blood, and his entire body was blown tens of thousands of miles away.

“Randeng, you’re courting death.”

Ye Xuan roared darkly, and with each step he took, the Light of Slaughter swirled around Heaven and Earth.

His fists, like stars in the sky, ruthlessly bombarded towards Randeng Buddha.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The Demon Fist wreaked havoc, Lingshan trembled.

Ye Xuan’s Cultivation was too terrifying, and his Daluo Immortal Body was extremely powerful.

How could Randeng Buddha be his match?

The blue glaze lantern was badly damaged, the blue Buddha Light gradually faded, and the most terrifying thing was that with every punch from Ye Xuan, Randeng Buddha’s physical body cracked, Buddha Blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

“Stop!”

Suddenly, an angry roar was heard, as Duobao Tathagata struck out a palm towards Ye Xuan.

But being heavily injured already, this strike had no effect on Ye Xuan whatsoever.

Bang!

Turning his palm into clouds, and flipping his hand to bring rain, Ye Xuan slapped outwards, directly sending Duobao Tathagata flying, further shattering his body, heavily smashing him onto Lingshan.

“Come over here!”

Ye Xuan growled fiercely, reaching out with one hand, directly seizing Randeng Buddha by the throat, letting out a muffled grunt and a look of despair crossing his eyes.

“Old man, you dare to scheme against me?”

Ye Xuan stared coldly at Randeng Buddha, his fingers closing in, twisting Randeng Buddha’s neck into an irregular shape, as if in the next moment he was going to twist it off alive.

“Ye Xuan…

I advise you to stop now while you can…

Otherwise, you definitely won’t be able to leave Lingshan,” Randeng Buddha said with difficulty, with no hint of pleading despite being in Ye Xuan’s grasp.

“Ye Xuan, if you kill Randeng Buddha and provoke the Saints to anger, you too will die here on Lingshan today,” Duobao Tathagata staggered forward, blood spilling from his mouth, yet still attempting to threaten Ye Xuan sternly.

“Ye Xuan, look who this is?”

All of a sudden, a chilling voice transmitted through, as Princess Iron Fan approached Ye Xuan, holding a little girl, her face twisted with extreme viciousness.

“Are you seeking death?”

Looking at the little girl in the hands of Princess Iron Fan, Ye Xuan was not the least bit flustered.

His eyes opened and shut with a hint of venom, because with his Cultivation, he did not need to wait for Princess Iron Fan to act, he could completely obliterate her on the spot.

“Amitabha!”

Suddenly, a sorrowful Buddhist chant echoed between Heaven and Earth, as a point of Buddha Light blossomed from far away.

Before Princess Iron Fan could react, the little girl in her hands vanished into thin air, which made Princess Iron Fan stand there stupefied.

“Who dares to spoil my plans?” Princess Iron Fan screamed in rage.

A slender figure approached from the horizon, a wheel of Buddha Light illuminated the entire Lingshan, and as this person appeared above Lingshan, it brought complete silence to the mountain.

“Fighting Saint Buddha?”

As the various Bodhisattvas and Buddhas discerned the newcomer, exclamations of astonishment rose from their lips, with Duobao Tathagata, in particular, casting a complex glance at the figure, his whole being falling into solemn silence.

“Daoist Ye, I offer you the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus, please show mercy and spare the life of Randeng Buddha.”

Golden-haired, with a countenance of compassion, a halo of Buddha Light bloomed behind Sun Wukong.

He addressed Ye Xuan with a tranquil voice, devoid of any hint of hostility.

“Quasi-Saint?”

The appearance of Sun Wukong caused Ye Xuan’s eyes to narrow slightly as he scrutinized this legendary figure.

With just a glance, he ascertained that the other had indeed reached the Quasi-Saint Realm and was far more formidable than the Venomous Ancestor.

“Damned monkey, dare you ruin my plans?” Princess Iron Fan bellowed in fury.

“I am saving your life,” Sun Wukong replied helplessly, shaking his head.

He then turned to Ye Xuan and said, “Daoist Ye, this woman and I have some past connections.

Could you, for my sake, spare her life?”

“Give me a reason to spare her!” Ye Xuan demanded, his eyes narrowing.

“Daoist, you are but one step away from condensing your True Spirit and entering the Quasi-Saint Realm.

This humble monk may provide guidance for you to find that enlightening path,” Sun Wukong replied calmly.

As Sun Wukong’s words settled, Ye Xuan’s expression shifted subtly.

It took several moments before he regained his composure, casually discarding the injured Randeng Buddha to the ground without sparing a second glance for Princess Iron Fan.

“Come with me, Daoist.”

Sun Wukong nodded and began walking toward North Peak of Lingshan.

He had not cast a single glance at the Buddhas of Lingshan from beginning to end.

Ye Xuan then scooped up the young girl into his arms and followed Sun Wukong.

“Buddha, we cannot let Ye Xuan take away the Merit Golden Lotus!” a Bodhisattva urgently cried out.

“Silence.”

Suddenly, Duobao Tathagata uttered an enraged roar, plunging the entire Lingshan into silence.

“Let no word of today’s events be spread,” Duobao Tathagata said with a grim expression.

He helped Randeng Buddha to his feet, and as they exchanged glances, each could see the gravity in the other’s eyes.

They then returned to The Thunderclap Monastery together.

“Damned monkey, look at the mess you’ve made!” Princess Iron Fan spat venomously, her form disappearing as a streak of light.

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The Thunderclap Monastery.

Utter silence, the void without sound.

Upon two golden lotus platforms, Duobao Tathagata and Randeng Buddha sat facing each other.

Their appearances were pitiable; the Buddha Light around them flickered weakly, portending the severity of their injuries.

A profoundly oppressive atmosphere was brewing.

“He…

he actually emerged from North Peak of Lingshan?”

After a significant time had passed, Duobao Tathagata spoke with a heavy voice.

Upon closer listening, one might detect a tremor in his tone.

“Amitabha!” bemoaned Randeng Buddha, saying, “With Ye Xuan alone, Lingshan has been turned upside-down.

If Wukong truly releases his Heart Demon, Lingshan may face a catastrophe beyond our imagination.”

“I told you before, ancient Buddha, we must kill this monkey, but now…

alas!” Duobao Tathagata began, his speech trailing off as a look of terror flashed in his eyes.

“Below the level of Saints, all are ants.

Wukong understands this principle.

Even though his heart may be unwilling, as long as he does not reach the Saint Realm, he remains the Fighting Saint Buddha, and this has never changed.

You may rest assured,” Randeng Buddha lamented with a heavy sigh.

“Let’s hope so,” Duobao Tathagata murmured, frowning slightly.

A subtle murderous intent flashed through his eyes—both Ye Xuan and that monkey were great burdens on his mind.