It really should end.
Having lost its regenerative abilities, the Lava Giant's combat power was greatly reduced.
Ling Jianfeng and Zen Master Huiming were both outstanding figures in the Soul Transformation Stage, unleashing a flurry of techniques; sword energy tore through the air, and Buddha seals suppressed the heavens.
The remaining Alliance Disciples also assisted with their lives, the brilliance of various Spells and Magic Treasures constantly bombarding the Lava Giant.
"Crack!"
Finally, under a lethal sword technique from Ling Jianfeng, the light orb in one Lava Giant's chest completely shattered. Its massive body collapsed with a boom, turning into a pile of rubble that fell into the lava river.
Zen Master Huiming seized the Opportunity. The phantom of the Furious Vajra pressed its palms together, and a massive "卍" Buddha seal descended from the sky, pinning the other Lava Giant to the ground.
With a "bang," the Lava Giant's body exploded, turning into a pile of fragments.
The last Lava Giant let out a roar of unwillingness.
But under the combined attack of Ling Jianfeng and Zen Master Huiming, it soon followed in the footsteps of the previous two, shattering and disintegrating.
The battle ended.
The cave was in shambles, the scorching air filled with the smell of smoke and burning.
On the Alliance side, the group of over ten people that had arrived was now reduced to only Ling Jianfeng, Zen Master Huiming, two Nascent Soul Disciples from the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion, and one Nascent Soul monk from the Thunder Sound Temple, all of whom were injured and had consumed vast amounts of spiritual energy.
Ling Jianfeng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his face pale; in order to end the battle as quickly as possible, he had almost exhausted his spiritual energy.
Zen Master Huiming was no better off; his monk's robe was torn, and his aura was withered.
The four of them turned their gazes simultaneously toward the stone platform in the center of the cave, and the deep red flame floating above it, which encased a Jade Slip.
After a brief silence, Ling Jianfeng took a deep breath, suppressed his injuries, and spoke first:
"Zen Master Huiming, according to our agreement, after defeating the guardians, the Opportunity depends on one's own ability. How should we distribute this Legacy Jade Slip between our two parties?"
Looking at the two Nascent Soul Disciples behind him, he felt determined to obtain this Legacy Jade Slip.
Zen Master Huiming pressed his palms together, his face returning to its usual benevolence, but a glint flashed deep in his eyes:
"Amitabha, Donor Ling is absolutely right. However, our Buddha sect has some affinity with this Legacy. Why not let my Thunder Sound Temple take this Jade Slip, and our temple is willing to compensate your Pavilion with Medicinal Pills and Buddha treasures of equal value, how about it?"
"Heh." Ling Jianfeng sneered, "The Zen Master has a good scheme. How can a Dao Lord's Legacy be compared to ordinary Medicinal Pills and Buddha treasures? In my opinion, this item has an affinity with my Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion!"
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
The two surviving Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion Disciples immediately stood behind Ling Jianfeng, glaring at the other side.
And the monk from the Thunder Sound Temple also did not hesitate to protect Zen Master Huiming.
"Donor Ling, what is the meaning of this?" Zen Master Huiming's tone grew cold.
"What is the meaning?"
Ling Jianfeng's eyes were fierce, "Now that the obstacles are removed, naturally, whoever has the bigger fist gets the item!"
"Huiming, both you and I are at the end of our rope, but I have one more person on my side than you! Do you really want to fight me to the death?"
Zen Master Huiming was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed: "Amitabha, since that is the case..."
Before his words had faded, a sudden change occurred!
A fierce light flashed in Zen Master Huiming's eyes, and his pressed palms suddenly struck out!
But the target was not Ling Jianfeng, but the two Nascent Soul Disciples from the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion behind him!
The palm shadows split into two, passing over Ling Jianfeng and striking at the two people behind him.
At the same time, the monk from the Thunder Sound Temple behind Huiming also understood the intent, a sinister Buddha hand seal striking directly at Ling Jianfeng's face!
"You bald donkey, how dare you?!"
Ling Jianfeng had been on guard, but he did not expect that Huiming's main target was not actually him.
Due to being at the end of his strength, he swung his sword to parry the sneak attack from the Thunder Sound Temple monk, but it was too late to save his fellow Disciples.
"Pfft!"
The two Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion Nascent Soul Disciples were already heavily injured; how could they withstand a sudden assassination attempt from the Soul Transformation Stage Zen Master Huiming?
Their skulls were shattered by a single palm strike on the spot, and their Divine Souls were completely destroyed!
"You're courting death!"
Ling Jianfeng's eyes were split with rage, sword energy surging, ignoring the cost, he attacked Zen Master Huiming with all his might.
Huiming leaped away, the sword energy slashing directly at the Thunder Sound Temple monk who had ambushed him.
"Bang!"
The Thunder Sound Temple monk who had ambushed him slammed into the cave wall behind, his life or death unknown.
In an instant, only Ling Jianfeng and Zen Master Huiming remained in the arena!
Because his two Junior Brothers had died tragically, Ling Jianfeng was overcome with rage, and his original advantage was completely gone.
Although Zen Master Huiming's face was pale, his eyes were cold, devoid of any benevolence, leaving only naked killing intent.
"Huiming! What vicious methods you have!" Ling Jianfeng's voice was hoarse.
"Amitabha, Donor Ling, if not for your greed and aggressive pushing, how would it have come to this? Today, this old monk will send you to the Pure Land!"
Zen Master Huiming did not waste any more words. The remaining Buddha Power around his body surged, and he struck out with a palm. The wind from the palm faintly carried the sound of the Dao; it was none other than the "Merciful Palm," one of the foundations of the Buddha sect!
Ling Jianfeng swung his sword to parry. Sword and palm collided, and both men let out a muffled groan, retreating several steps, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
In their current state, they could not even unleash one-tenth of their usual strength; it was purely a contest of who could endure longer and who had more hidden trump cards!
"Bald donkey, do you think you've won for sure?"
A trace of trickery flashed in Ling Jianfeng's eyes. While barely blocking Zen Master Huiming's attacks, his feet moved seemingly unconsciously.
Zen Master Huiming was a veteran of many battles and sensed something was wrong, so his offensive became even more fierce, attempting to take down Ling Jianfeng as quickly as possible.
However, Ling Jianfeng's movement technique suddenly became elusive, always avoiding vital points at critical moments.
He was not moving randomly; every step secretly followed a pattern.
Just as Zen Master Huiming's Merciful Palm struck again, Ling Jianfeng leaped backward, simultaneously forming a complex Spell seal with his hands, and shouted sharply:
"Spirit Binding Formation, rise!"
Hum—!
In an instant, with Zen Master Huiming at the center, an earthy-yellow Formation pattern suddenly lit up on the ground!
The Formation pattern contracted rapidly as if it were a living thing, emitting a powerful binding force that firmly trapped Zen Master Huiming in the center!
"A Formation?! When did you set this up?!"
Zen Master Huiming was shocked and struggled hard, but this "Spirit Binding Formation" was one of Ling Jianfeng's trump card life-saving Formations.
Although it was set up in a hurry and its power was less than thirty percent of its peak, it was more than enough to deal with the equally exhausted Huiming!
The Formation pattern turned into earthy-yellow threads of light, embedding deeply into Huiming's protective Buddha light, not only binding his movements but also constantly absorbing his already scarce spiritual energy!
"Hahaha!"
Seeing this, Ling Jianfeng laughed triumphantly, "Huiming, didn't expect this, did you? Besides the Dao of the Sword, I, Ling Jianfeng, have also studied the Dao of Formations for a long time! This is the burial ground I prepared for you!"
He walked step by step towards the trapped Huiming with his sword, the tip pointing directly at his glabella: "It's over, you bald donkey!"
However, just as Ling Jianfeng's sword tip was about to pierce into Huiming's glabella, and despair appeared in Zen Master Huiming's eyes.
A calm voice, like a ghost, rang out in the silent cave:
"It really should end."
Ling Jianfeng and Huiming both shuddered violently, turning their heads in shock!