304: Chapter 304 The Great Battle Ends

The Buddhist Son of the Western Regions, Fakong, used Imperial Scripture peerless techniques, buddhist weapons, and even forbidden arts, yet he still lost!

Moreover, he was defeated head-on by his opponent, bare-handed, in the most domineering manner!

In the deep pit, Fakong lay limp like mud, his Buddha light dim like a flickering candle in the wind.

He struggled to raise his head, looking at the figure in the Void Realm that, though scarred, still stood tall, his eyes filled with extreme shock and an incredulous blankness.

"I lost, I actually lost..."

"How is this possible? I possess an Imperial Scripture, wield a buddhist weapon, and my cultivation far surpasses his. How could I lose?"

A sharp pain, a mixture of humiliation, unwillingness, and a shattered Dao Heart, gnawed at his Divine Soul like a venomous insect.

He wanted to struggle, but found that he had exhausted even the strength to lift a single finger.

In the distance, all the spectators were like clay figures and wooden sculptures, their minds blank.

After several breaths, a deafening uproar erupted like a bursting dam!

"Heavens! He won! Battle Asura won! A Peak Celestial Realm cultivator actually defeated a Late Stage King Realm Buddhist Son!"

"How is this possible?! Fakong is no ordinary King Realm cultivator! He is the Buddhist Son of the Western Regions, possessing an Imperial Scripture and wielding a buddhist weapon, a peerless Prodigy capable of challenging those of higher Realms!

How could Battle Asura defeat him across an entire major Realm?"

"Crossing an entire major Realm to defeat a top Prodigy like Fakong! This completely defies the common sense of Cultivation!"

"I originally thought that being able to challenge someone a minor Realm higher was already a peerless Genius. To be supreme among those of the same Realm was a Prodigy. But Battle Asura, he is Heaven-Defying!"

"Bare-handed! He was still bare-handed! If he had used that fierce halberd, what would its power have been? It's unimaginable!"

"After today, who would dare say that Realms are insurmountable? The name Battle Asura shall be the pinnacle of combat power for the younger generation!"

Exclamations, sounds of horror, and gasps of cold air rose and fell, every face filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Xiao Ruobai's battle was not just a victory; it completely subverted their understanding of Cultivation Realms and the disparity in combat power!

Challenging those of higher ranks is common, but a low-Realm cultivator defeating a top Prodigy of a higher Realm is no longer a challenge; it's an overwhelming victory! It's a myth!

Among the crowd, Li Xuanfeng watched Xiao Ruobai deliver the decisive punch that settled the outcome, and he involuntarily gasped, his eyes filled with indescribable shock.

"Junior Brother Xiao actually defeated the Buddhist Son of the Western Regions, who was using his full power, bare-handed!"

"I knew he was strong, but I never expected him to be this strong! A Peak Celestial Realm cultivator defeating a top Prodigy of the Late Stage King Realm!"

A complex emotion flickered in Li Xuanfeng's heart.

There was pride for his powerful fellow disciple, but also an unavoidable sense of urgency.

"Although I have made progress, the gap between me and Junior Brother Xiao has not narrowed; instead, it has grown larger. Martial Uncle Gu's disciples are indeed all Prodigies. I cannot afford to be complacent; I must work even harder!"

He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Ruobai stood alone in the Void Realm, his face pale, his aura weak, and the injuries on his arms shocking to behold, yet his posture remained as straight as a spear.

He coldly glanced at Fakong, who was barely breathing and whose Buddha light had completely dissipated in the deep pit, a killing intent flashing in his eyes.

This villain is malicious; keeping him alive will surely lead to future trouble!

With this thought, Xiao Ruobai forced out a trace of remaining True Qi, ignoring the intense pain throughout his body. On his right fist, a trace of domineering World-Slaying Battle Intent once again condensed, and he was about to smash it down into the deep pit, to completely finish Fakong and eliminate future troubles forever!

Feeling the chilling killing intent descend, Fakong's pupils constricted, and a cold shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body!

He wanted to roar, to resist, to unleash his life-saving trump cards, but his severely injured body and shattered Dao Heart...

Made him unable to gather even a trace of Buddha Power, only able to watch helplessly as that deathly fist print rapidly enlarged in his eyes!

Endless fear and unwillingness drowned him like a tide!

However, just as his punch was about to be unleashed, in that flash of lightning—

"Om!"

A soft yet incredibly swift golden Buddha light, without any warning, seeped out from the Void Realm.

As if alive, it instantly swept up Fakong from the deep pit, and the next moment, it retreated like a tide, moving with extreme speed, so fast that even spatial fluctuations were imperceptible!

Xiao Ruobai's killing punch was ultimately a fraction of a second too slow, striking empty air and blasting another giant pit into the already ravaged ground!

In the last instant before being swept away by the Buddha light, Fakong's unfocused gaze met Xiao Ruobai's cold eyes.

There was no ripple in those eyes, no victor's smugness, only an indifference as if looking at a dead object.

This indifference made Fakong feel a bone-chilling coldness and humiliation more than any mockery!

He had lost, utterly defeated, to the point where he didn't even have the right to be taken seriously by his opponent?!

Intense resentment and a trace of fear, which he himself was unwilling to admit, wildly grew in his heart!

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ruobai let out a muffled grunt, his injuries flaring up, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping like cold lightning across the Void Realm that had returned to calm, his face as grim as water.

"I was careless, still a step too slow."

A trace of annoyance welled up in his heart.

"Revered Master repeatedly warned me that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. When facing a powerful enemy, if you decide to kill, you must strike with thunderous force, without the slightest hesitation, to prevent the enemy from seizing an opportunity. Today, I procrastinated."

He hadn't expected the Western Buddhist Sect's protector to be so decisive and patient, never truly revealing their aura from beginning to end.

Only at this critical moment did they use such a subtle escape technique to save someone, clearly having prepared in advance and being extremely wary of Little Black, who had once annihilated the Glazed Holy Land.

"So be it. After this battle, this bald monk's Buddha Heart is broken, and his dao foundation is damaged. Even if he is saved, whether he can recover is debatable; he won't be a concern in the short term."

Xiao Ruobai quickly suppressed his emotions, his eyes returning to their cold sharpness. The moment he looked up, his icy gaze inadvertently swept over several hidden corners in the distance.

There, several faint auras were quietly gathering—Prodigies who had come to watch the battle, full of arrogance.

Witnessing Fakong's defeat, besides their shock, they harbored thoughts of taking advantage of his weakened state to finish him, or perhaps to gauge the true extent of Battle Asura's power.

However, when Xiao Ruobai's cold, indifferent gaze, as if viewing all things as straw dogs, swept over them, these auras instantly froze!

There was no warning in that gaze, yet it carried an extreme indifference to life, forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood! It seemed to say: if you're not afraid of death, come and try!

A chill shot from their tailbones straight to their heads. Those few restless Prodigies, as if doused with cold water, instantly extinguished all their intentions, even subconsciously retracting their auras, not daring to meet his gaze!

What a joke! Even a fierce individual like Fakong was crippled bare-handed, and his protector didn't dare to show their face, only daring to secretly rescue him. At this point, going up to seek trouble is nothing but courting death!

Xiao Ruobai retracted his gaze, felt his own condition, and no longer lingered. His figure flickered, transforming into a streak of light, and instantly vanished into the horizon.

The moment he moved, high above the Nine Heavens, deep within the clouds, Little Black's body caused subtle ripples in the Void Realm, silently merging into a spatial rift, following him like a shadow.

At the same time, Li Xuanfeng also quietly retreated.

In the distance, the whispers of the spectators finally began to spread.

"Was that the Buddhist Sect's protector who made a move just now?"

"Definitely! Otherwise, who could have so easily rescued someone from Battle Asura's hands?"

"It seems the Western Buddhist Sect can't afford to lose either! But the protector didn't even dare to show their face, only daring to secretly save someone, probably fearing the existence behind Battle Asura!"

"After today, the Eastern Regions are probably going to stir up monstrous waves!"

The aftermath of this battle, carried by the dispersing spectators, transformed into countless streams of light from communication Jade Slips, quietly surging towards the Eastern Regions and even more distant lands!