Chapter 125 Celestial Master's Talismans!

"To disregard the commoners of an entire province for your own selfish desires—you should cast aside your cultivation and Dharma Seal and start over!"

After saying that, Jiang Chen spread the five fingers of his large hand and made a light gripping motion toward Zhang Gaoxian on the ground.

Instantly, Zhang Gaoxian felt as if his Spinal Dragon was being extracted, and his entire body became weak and powerless.

He realized what Jiang Chen was preparing to do, but at this moment, Zhang Gaoxian was powerless to fight back.

Thus, he could only watch helplessly as Jiang Chen violently destroyed his Dharma Seal Foundation.

"Brat, how dare you strike such a vicious blow!"

On the field, seeing his martial nephew Zhang Gaoxian in grave danger and Jiang Chen seemingly unwilling to let the matter rest, Zhang Huaiyi finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He let out a thunderous shout, attempting to draw away even a fraction of Jiang Chen's attention.

Then his body shot out rapidly, appearing in front of Zhang Gaoxian in an instant.

Clang!

A silver light shot out from behind Zhang Huaiyi, directly severing the connection between the golden light and Jiang Chen.

"What a vicious mind! My martial nephew kindly helped you, yet instead of gratitude, you repay kindness with enmity. How could a Great Immortal Master of the Maoshan Sect teach such a Disciple!"

Jiang Chen gave a cold laugh. "How audacious to turn heaven and earth upside down. When the young one is beaten, the old one shows up—is this the conduct of Mount Longhu?"

Zhang Huaiyi was slightly embarrassed; he knew he was in the wrong, but given the circumstances, he was determined never to admit fault.

"Little Friend Jiang, this might be a misunderstanding. I once had some dealings with your Senior Brother, Ye Fashan."

"My Senior Brother is highly respected and acts with integrity, while you are nothing but a selfish and immoral person. How dare you speak his name?"

Zhang Huaiyi felt a flicker of anger in his heart but did not argue. He was already in the wrong, so further explanation would be useless.

"Little Friend Jiang, why not give me some Face and let both parties drop the matter?"

"And if I refuse?"

Zhang Huaiyi smiled slightly. "This poor Daoist is several years your senior, and I truly dislike competing in techniques with you. But if you insist on being difficult, do not blame me for bullying the young."

"You old scoundrel, have you done anything less than bullying the young?!"

Jiang Chen shouted in anger and beckoned with his hand. The Maoshan Dharma Sword in Jianzhen's hand turned into a streak of red light, slicing through the horizon, and when it reappeared, it was already in Jiang Chen's hand.

He wasted no more words and struck directly, raising his hand in the opening stance of the Shangqing Image-Aspect Sword.

The pure, murderous Sword Intent was restrained to the extreme, transforming into a red flash that seemed ready to tear the space between Jiang Chen and Zhang Huaiyi in two.

Zhang Huaiyi was stunned. Usually, when the mysterious sects competed, there would be a great deal of verbal sparring—first debating right and wrong, then their respective Daoist paths, and then clashing with Qi signatures to gain the upper hand before even striking.

It was best to subdue the enemy without fighting. How could someone like Jiang Chen strike directly after barely saying two sentences?

Since it was so, he couldn't be blamed for teaching him a small lesson!

Zhang Huaiyi had no intention of holding back. His strength at the Middle to Late Stage of the Life Wheel Realm was fully revealed, and his pressure suddenly spread out.

Even Jianzhen, standing far away, could feel the stagnant sensation of this pressure.

The powerful pressure collided with the Sword Intent like a needle point against a wheat awn; the two continuously wore each other down, pulling back and forth.

"Daoist Priest Jiang, this monk shall Face this powerful enemy together with you!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jianzhen sacrificed a string of Buddhist beads heavy with Zen charm, circulating his True Qi to unleash a powerful Buddhist Divine Ability.

In that instant, Buddhist light seemed to rise behind him, eventually all merging into his palm before he struck out at Zhang Huaiyi.

Jiang Chen naturally had no sense of fair one-on-one combat at this moment, though he believed his strength was not inferior to Zhang Huaiyi's.

But if they could gang up on him, why fight alone? Besides, there was no need for fairness when fighting someone who cultivated techniques but not the Dao Heart.

Thus, Jiang Chen also activated his Dharma sword, his intent transforming into Sword Intent. The power of the Golden Light Incantation merged with the Sword Intent, turning into a brilliant color of mingled red and gold.

Suddenly, the red-gold Sword Intent shot out like a surging Dragon, crossing the spatial distance in an instant and approaching Zhang Huaiyi even faster than Jianzhen's Great Buddhist Palm Seal.

Zhang Huaiyi was slightly surprised, his gaze falling on Jiang Chen's hand, as he recognized that the Maoshan Sect had actually given the Maoshan Dharma Sword to Jiang Chen for protection.

Furthermore, the sword technique Jiang Chen used seemed to be an unpassed secret art of Maoshan!

But that was all. Even with the Maoshan Dharma Sword, it wasn't enough to bridge the gap in their cultivation; Zhang Huaiyi was full of confidence.

He didn't believe Mount Longhu's sword techniques were inferior to Maoshan's.

As for Jianzhen, he was even less of a concern.

He also summoned a Dharma sword and controlled it to draw a circle in the Void Realm, from which streaks of white mist spiraled out.

This was Mount Longhu's Cosmic Orbit Sword Technique, named for containing variations equal to the number of the cosmic orbit.

Various Daoist techniques appeared within the mist, all of which were improvements made by successive generations of Mount Longhu Daoists to the Cosmic Orbit Sword Technique, finally smelting many techniques together.

It was best at responding to all changes with constancy and controlling movement with stillness. Someone with insufficient combat experience would likely panic upon seeing a single sword technique containing so many Daoist arts attacking them.

However, the moment the two Sword Intents collided, Zhang Huaiyi's expression changed drastically.

He felt that this red-gold Sword Intent actually contained an incredibly pure power of slaughter, possessing an aura that could destroy everything.

It was not at all deceived by the countless variations of Daoist techniques and sword moves within the Cosmic Orbit Sword Technique's disc; it struck directly at the root, breaking the law with sheer force!

More crucially, Zhang Huaiyi felt that the power within this Sword Intent far exceeded the upper limit of Jiang Chen's cultivation.

It was not inferior to him at all, and with the Maoshan Dharma Sword, in terms of slaughtering power, it was even a notch higher!

With this violent brute force, the red-gold Sword Intent easily tore through the Cosmic Orbit Sword Technique's disc and continued its momentum, shooting straight toward Zhang Huaiyi.

Zhang Huaiyi could already feel the sharp edge of that red-gold Sword Intent, a slight stinging pain as it brushed past his Face.

"Dongyang Shakes the Spirit, Lightning True Sovereign!"

Zhang Huaiyi spread his five fingers, and with a boom from the sky, rushing thunder shot out from the dark, heavy clouds, tearing through the firmament like a Tengshe, then quickly landing in Zhang Huaiyi's palm.

His mastery of lightning techniques was more than a cut above Zhang Gaoxian's.

In the blink of an eye, the red-gold Sword Intent collided with the Eastern Divine Thunder.

Crackle!

A sharp, ear-piercing explosion erupted between the two and then vanished into nothingness, as a wave that was almost tangible rippled out from the center of the blast.

It pressed the grass on the ground down by three inches, and in the distance, branches snapped under the force of the wave.

The vanishing sound wasn't because the sound had disappeared, but because it had exceeded the range of human hearing.

But to the ears of cultivators, it was more soul-shaking than a bolt from the blue.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Huaiyi's body flew backward like a tattered sack, and mid-flight, a mist of blood erupted from his chest.

At that very moment, a golden light seemed to spontaneously protect its master, erupting from his chest!