328: Chapter 328 The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect of the Western Regions, Old Dragon Makes His Move

The atmosphere in the great hall froze for a moment.

Just as the monk held the bronze bell, smiling as if he were unconcerned with worldly affairs, a deep, resonant voice came from the depths of the great hall.

"What kind of petty thief dares to act presumptuously at Father's birthday banquet?"

Accompanied by the voice, a figure walked slowly from behind the bead curtains in the depths of the hall.

The person was tall and had a cold expression, with a golden vertical mark between his eyebrows, looking like a third eye that had yet to open.

He wore a dark golden python robe with five-clawed dragon patterns embroidered on the hem; every step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Most eye-catching were the pair of translucent dragon horns on his head—not fully transformed into a dragon, still in a transitional state between a jiao and a dragon.

Zhu Qing.

The eldest legitimate son of the Old Dragon, and also recognized in the Western Region as the most likely to inherit the position of Yao Zun.

He swept a glance at the monk, his gaze passing over the bronze bell, and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"A low-grade earth artifact, and you dare to bring it to the Dragon Palace?"

"Are you here to offer birthday wishes, or to die?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Qing's figure flickered, leaving behind an afterimage, while his actual body appeared before the monk.

His right hand transformed into a dragon claw covered in scales, carrying a dark golden gale, and struck straight at the monk's face.

Under the dragon claw, the air was compressed and emitted a sharp sonic boom; clearly, he had not held back in this strike.

However, the monk still did not move.

He did not even lift his eyelids.

The moment the dragon claw was about to touch his forehead, the grey monk's robe he was wearing suddenly emitted a layer of pale golden light.

That light seemed thin as water, yet it was as tough as an iron wall; Zhu Qing's dragon claw landed on it, producing a dull, thunderous sound, but it did not tear even a single thread of the monk's robe.

Zhu Qing's expression changed slightly.

Although he had only used thirty percent of his strength in this claw, it was enough to severely injure an ordinary Dao Completion Cultivator.

Yet this monk had not even moved his feet.

The monk then slowly lifted his eyelids, looked at Zhu Qing, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Benefactor, this poor monk is only here to deliver a birthday gift, why get angry?"

His tone remained peaceful, as if he had not felt the might of Zhu Qing's strike.

The Yao Race in the hall began to whisper.

"Where did this monk come from? He could actually withstand Zhu Qing's dragon claw?"

"Look at the kasaya on his body; that is the 'Sumeru Kasaya' of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect—a top grade Heaven Rank Magic Treasure specifically used to resist physical impacts."

"People from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect? Since when did they start interfering in Western Region affairs?"

"You don't know? The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect established their Dao lineage in the Western Region long ago, right on 'Golden Zen Island' over by the Western Sea."

"That is blatantly establishing a Dao lineage deep in the territory of the Yao Race."

"Wendao Palace and the Heaven Sword Sect at least only infiltrate, but the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is something else; they built a temple directly."

"This monk probably came from Golden Zen Island."

King Peng leaned back in his chair, holding a cup of Dragon Saliva Wine, watching this scene with great interest, a playful smile on his lips.

The Tiger King put down his wine cup and said in a low voice to the Snake King beside him: "This monk is a bit interesting."

The Snake King did not reply, only tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze lingering on the monk for a moment before moving away.

Chu Sheng stood in the corner, hearing those discussions, his heart stirred slightly.

Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.

When he was at Wendao Palace, he had heard of this Sect.

One of the twelve giants of the Central Region; there are differences in strength among the giants, and their strength firmly ranks in the upper tier, a grade higher than Wendao Palace and the Heaven Sword Sect.

Wendao Palace and the Heaven Sword Sect at most only infiltrate forces around the Central Region, yet the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect dared to directly open a Dao lineage deep in the Western Region.

This kind of confidence shows that the foundation of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is even deeper than Chu Sheng imagined.

Among the twelve giants, there is also a huge gap in strength.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is clearly in the upper tier.

Although neither is something he can challenge right now.

He withdrew his gaze and continued watching the standoff in the hall.

Zhu Qing withdrew his dragon claw, his expression somewhat gloomy.

He did not attack again, but his gaze towards the monk already carried obvious hostility.

"A bald donkey from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and you dare to come to my Dragon Palace to act wildly?"

The monk shook his head slightly: "This poor monk is only here to offer birthday wishes, and has no malicious intent."

"If Benefactor feels that this poor monk's gift is not valuable enough, this poor monk can exchange it for another."

Just as he was about to say something else, a deep dragon roar suddenly came from the depths of the great hall.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a needle, accurately piercing into the depths of everyone's eardrums, and even their Divine Soul trembled along with it.

Immediately, an invisible pressure permeated from the depths of the hall.

That pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea, pressing down so that the lower-cultivation Yao Race guests turned pale, and even breathing became difficult.

King Peng's smile faded slightly, the Tiger King put down his wine cup, and the Snake King's fingertips stopped on the table.

The moment Chu Sheng felt that pressure, the Heavenly Demon Body within him instinctively began to operate, barely allowing him to steady his mind.

He thought to himself: Is this the Yao Zun at the Peak of the Yufa Realm? Just his aura alone is more than a hundred times stronger than Zhu Qing's.

The monk's expression finally changed as well.

He frowned slightly, and the low-grade earth artifact bronze bell in his hand vibrated lightly, as if it had sensed some kind of crisis.

An old and majestic voice came from the depths of the hall, unhurried, yet carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.

"Junior of the Buddha Sect, did your Master not teach you that when coming to someone else's territory, one must have manners?"

As soon as the words fell, a dark golden dragon shadow flew out from the depths of the hall, its speed so fast that even Divine Sense could hardly catch it.

The dragon shadow condensed into a huge dragon claw in mid-air, carrying power sufficient to tear space, and struck down at the monk's head.

The monk's expression changed drastically, he pressed his palms together, and the golden light of the Sumeru Kasaya flared, forming a thick barrier in front of him.

But this time, the golden light did not block it.

The dragon claw descended, the kasaya shattered upon impact, turning into golden powder that filled the sky.

The monk's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, passing through the dome of the great hall, passing through the surface of the Heavenly Pool, and falling straight into the depths of the seabed.

The surface of the Heavenly Pool was cut open into a deep trench, the water surged, spreading for a full three thousand li before gradually calming down.

The great hall was quiet for a moment.

No one spoke.

That terrifying pressure slowly receded, as if it had never appeared.

That old voice did not sound again.

But everyone knew that the Old Dragon had acted.

With one strike, he knocked a Tongxuan Realm monk three thousand li into the seabed.

Chu Sheng stood in the corner, gripping the sword hilt in his sleeve.

He knew that this was just a warning.

A warning to the monk, and also a warning to everyone present.

This birthday banquet, I fear, will not end so easily.