135: Destroy the Venerable in one battle

Xiao Huohuo was frantically stabilizing his cultivation, which had surged to the Ninth Level of Purple Mansion. His Internal Energy surged like a vast ocean, and the newly acquired golden strange flame, along with his original strange flames, were complementing each other under thereconcile of the Flame Mantra.

Meanwhile, Ling Ke'er had her eyes tightly shut, constantly deducing the mysteries of the Mystic Maiden Heart Sutra in her mind. From time to time, faint azure electrical arcs and Sword Qi flickered at her fingertips.

After an unknown period of time.

“Boom—!”

A loud bang, without any warning, came from outside the tomb chamber!

Immediately after, the entire tomb began to tremble violently and groan!

They’re here!

Xiao Huohuo and Ling Ke'er, almost at the same time, suddenly opened their eyes!

They looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they saw undisguised… excitement!

“I’ll go meet them.” Xiao Huohuo grinned, hoisted the Xuan Heavy Ruler onto his shoulder, and strode out of the tomb chamber.

Ling Ke'er did not move, only saying faintly, “Leave a few alive.”

She needed information.

Xiao Huohuo’s figure quickly disappeared into the long tomb passage.

Outside the tomb passage, it was already a mess.

The originally hidden entrance to the tomb had now been forcefully blasted open by an overwhelmingly powerful force!

Seven or eight monks, clad in golden kasayas and holding staffs and precepts blades, stood there solemnly, their bodies radiating Buddhist light and an air of solemn dignity.

But the greed and killing intent in their eyes could not be concealed.

Leading them was an old monk with white eyebrows that reached his shoulders. He held a purple-gold alms bowl in his hand, his aura as deep as the sea. He was, in fact, a genuine… Martial Venerable expert!

He was much stronger than that monk, Du'e, from before!

“Amitabha.”

The old monk pronounced a Buddhist chant, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry a power that shook the heart.

“Junior Brother Du'e’s soul lamp extinguished here.”

“It seems that our temple’s ‘Temple-Suppressing Divine Flame’ and the Martial Emperor Legacy are both here.”

“Senior Brother Du Chen is right.” A middle-aged monk beside him echoed, “It’s just unknown what insignificant scoundrel dared to touch the possessions of our Little Thunderclap Temple.”

Just as they were about to enter the tomb to investigate.

A figure slowly walked out from the dark opening.

The newcomer was dressed in black and red brocade, carrying an exaggerated giant ruler on his shoulder that was highly disproportionate to his figure, and a defiant smile hung on his face.

“Great Masters, you’ve come all this way, are you here to offer incense to your Senior Brother, the one named Du'e?”

Xiao Huohuo’s voice was filled with undisguised mockery.

The white-browed old monk, who was Du Chen, heard this and his pupils suddenly contracted!

He stared intently at Xiao Huohuo, and a sharp light burst forth from his cloudy old eyes!

“You, you killed Junior Brother Du'e?!”

“That’s right.” Xiao Huohuo admitted frankly, even extending his pinky finger to pick his ear, “That old fellow couldn’t take a hit; I accidentally smacked him to death.”

“Presumptuous!”

A hot-tempered monk behind Du Chen immediately exploded, drawing his precepts blade and moving forward.

But he was stopped by Du Chen, who reached out a hand.

Du Chen’s gaze swept back and forth over Xiao Huohuo, his eyes filled with surprise, doubt, and… a hint of imperceptible solemnity.

He couldn't see through him!

He couldn’t see through him at all!

This young man in front of him showed no Internal Energy fluctuations, yet the power and confidence emanating from his very bones made his heart palpitate!

“Amitabha.”

Du Chen forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his face returned to its feigned benevolent expression.

“Benefactor, at such a young age, to possess such cultivation, you must come from a renowned sect.”

“However, our Little Thunderclap Temple’s ‘Temple-Suppressing Divine Flame’ was left by an ancient Buddha and has great Karma with our Buddhist sect. We ask that Benefactor return it, and then accompany us back to the temple to clarify the matter of Junior Brother Du'e. Our Buddha is merciful, perhaps… we can still spare your life.”

His words were polite.

But the implied threat in his words was all too clear.

Xiao Huohuo, upon hearing this, laughed uproariously, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

“Old bald donkey, are you trying to reason with me?”

He slammed the Xuan Heavy Ruler onto the ground with a dull thud, making the entire ground tremble violently!

“This young master will also reason with you today.”

“Now, immediately, right now, take your disciples and grand-disciples and get out of here!”

“Otherwise…”

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice was bone-chilling.

“Today, this desolate mountain will be your burial ground!”

“Arrogant!”

Du Chen was completely enraged!

He no longer wasted any words. The purple-gold alms bowl in his hand shot up into the sky, expanding against the wind to the size of a millstone, and descended towards Xiao Huohuo with a terrifying might that seemed to suppress all things!

“Form the Arhat Great Formation!”

The seven Martial Emperor monks behind him also attacked simultaneously, their Buddhist light shining brightly as they formed a profound Formation, completely sealing off all of Xiao Huohuo’s escape routes!

Facing this thunderous strike, which was enough to make any Martial Venerable expert change their expression.

Xiao Huohuo, however, smiled.

“Excellent!”

Not only did he show no fear, but his eyes, burning with flames, were filled with extreme excitement and fanaticism!

He wanted to fight!

To fight to his heart’s content!

“Today, I will show you bald donkeys what true… flames are!”

A roar!

Behind Xiao Huohuo, the sea of visions composed of endless flames, roared into existence!

Immediately after, five lotus flowers of different colors, yet all exuding terrifying pressure, slowly rose from the sea of fire!

Five strange flames!

Five lotuses appearing together!

The terrifying pressure that could incinerate all things instantly washed over the so-called “Arhat Great Formation,” making it totter precariously!

“What… what kind of demonic art is this?!”

Du Chen and the seven monks behind him were all terrified, their eyes filled with extreme horror and disbelief!

They had never seen, nor had they ever heard, that such domineering and terrifying flames existed in this world!

“Trying to run now?”

“Too late!”

A cruel, sinister smile appeared on Xiao Huohuo’s face.

He slammed his hands together!

The five strange flame lotuses, under his control, began to converge wildly towards the center along a profound trajectory!

Fusion!

A destructive aura, ten times more terrifying than what he had released earlier at Emei Golden Summit or within the Hidden Venerable Secret Realm, began to permeate the air!

“No—!”

Du Chen let out a scream of utter despair!

He wanted to flee, he wanted to hide!

But his body seemed to be rigidly bound by an irresistible force, leaving him to watch helplessly as the multicolored, yet death-infused, lotus flower grew larger and larger in his pupils…

Rumble—!

Another massive mushroom cloud surged into the sky in this uninhabited mountain range!

The entire world fell silent at this moment.