205: Buddha? No, I am the Heavenly Dragon Arhat, Fahai!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Lightning Tribulation from the Nine Heavens, each bolt more terrifying, each more violent than the last.

Purple Lightning Dragons poured down madly, turning the entire valley into an ocean of lightning.

Xuanzang was already covered in wounds, his body charred black, and his tattered monk's robe had long since turned to ash.

Yet, his eyes glowed frighteningly, as if two golden flames were burning within them.

No destruction, no creation!

He could clearly feel his Physical Body, his Dharma power, and his Divine Soul constantly strengthening under the tempering of this Lightning Tribulation.

In contrast, Venerable Preceptor Pudu had long lost his previous arrogance and composure.

His hair was disheveled, his body covered in blood, and his luxurious kasaya had been torn to shreds, looking no different from a beggar's rags.

How could he, a dignified Martial Saint, have ever suffered such indignity?!

What made him even more frustrated and despairing was that no matter how he attacked, it would be effortlessly neutralized by that damned stone statue.

And that young monk was like an unkillable cockroach, clinging to him relentlessly, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"Lunatic! You lunatic!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu let out an unwilling roar, his mindset completely collapsing.

He began to pour out his attacks frantically towards Xuanzang, regardless of the cost!

He would rather endure the Lightning Tribulation than fail to tear this damned young monk into ten thousand pieces first!

But, it was useless.

That stone statue was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking him and Xuanzang, neutralizing all his attacks.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, both at the end of their rope.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two streaks of light shot from the edge of the sky!

In an instant, they appeared above the valley.

It was the reinforcements from Little Thunderclap Temple!

Two Martial Venerables!

This was now all the remaining high-end combat power of Little Thunderclap Temple, apart from Venerable Preceptor Pudu, after the Water and Land Dharma Assembly battle!

"Junior Martial Uncle!"

The two Martial Venerables looked at the doomsday-like scene below and the disheveled Venerable Preceptor Pudu, their faces changing drastically as they cried out in alarm.

"Quick! Help me! Let's kill that little beast first!"

Seeing this, Venerable Preceptor Pudu clutched at it like a last straw, letting out a hysterical roar.

The two Martial Venerables dared not hesitate for a moment, and without thinking, they were about to rush into the range of the Lightning Tribulation.

"Senior Brother, wait!"

One of the elder Martial Venerables pointed at the final, and most terrifying, bolt of Lightning Tribulation that was about to fall, lowering his voice as he shouted to Venerable Preceptor Pudu:

"Junior Martial Uncle! Our cultivation is weak; if we rush in rashly, I'm afraid we won't be able to help you, and might even be unable to protect ourselves."

"You first lure one of them over to share the burden, and I will strike from the periphery with the force of lightning, utterly defeating the rest in one fell swoop!"

What he said was reasonable. In fact, he was just afraid of death.

Venerable Preceptor Pudu agreed upon hearing this.

"Good!"

Immediately, he let out a weak cry towards the younger Martial Venerable.

"Pufa Junior Nephew! Quick! Come and help Junior Martial Uncle!"

The Martial Venerable named Pufa did not suspect anything and rushed forward in a single stride.

But, just as he stepped into the range of the Lightning Tribulation!

A sinister sneer appeared on Venerable Preceptor Pudu's face!

He actually abandoned Xuanzang directly, his figure flickering like a ghost, appearing behind Martial Venerable Pufa, and with a shove, pushed him towards the world-destroying Lightning Dragon!

"Junior Martial Uncle! You..."

The expression on Martial Venerable Pufa's face instantly froze, and in his eyes, there was only endless disbelief and despair!

Rumble—!

The last bolt of Lightning Tribulation fell.

Martial Venerable Pufa let out a tragic cry, then was split into a sky full of ashes in the violent lightning.

"Junior...Junior Brother!"

The other elder Martial Venerable, seeing this cruel scene, also couldn't believe what had happened.

He never dreamed that his esteemed Junior Martial Uncle would, for the sake of his own survival, personally harm his fellow disciple.

After the sky full of lightning dissipated.

Venerable Preceptor Pudu's figure slowly emerged from the deep pit.

Although he was also severely wounded and his Qi was weak, he ultimately... survived.

And Xuanzang also slowly stood up.

The Dharma power within his body had completely transformed, condensing into a constantly rotating golden pill.

Golden Core stage!

It's done!

"Little beast, prepare to die!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu looked at Xuanzang, whose Qi was also unstable, and the killing intent in his eyes could no longer be contained.

Although he was severely wounded, a Martial Saint was a Martial Saint after all!

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

He was confident that killing a junior was as easy as flipping his hand!

However, what greeted him was not Xuanzang's panic.

But a sigh... full of endless sorrow.

The sigh seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, and yet, it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of all their Souls.

The stone statue, which had been standing still, at this moment, burst forth with ten thousand rays of golden light!

Within the light, a terrifying illusionary figure, ten thousand meters tall, slowly condensed into form!

That illusionary figure, clad in a golden kasaya, holding a Zen staff, with eyes wide in anger, was none other than Arhat Fai Hai!

He first glanced at Xuanzang, who was full of wild joy, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

Immediately, he turned his gaze towards Venerable Preceptor Pudu, who was already scared silly, and the other Martial Venerable.

He slowly raised the Zen staff in his hand and gently pointed it at the two of them.

"Great Strength Heavenly Dragon."

Four plain words, yet they seemed like the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, words manifesting into reality.

"Roar—!"

A high-pitched Dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth.

A golden Heavenly Dragon, formed from endless Buddha light, roared and soared from behind him, space shattering wherever it passed.

"What is this?! No—!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu and that Martial Venerable let out desperate roars!

They wanted to flee, they wanted to hide!

But no matter how they dodged, the Dragon shadow pursued them relentlessly. They could only watch helplessly as the deadly Dragon shadow grew larger and larger in their pupils.

"Buddha... Have mercy, Buddha!"

The two of them fell to their knees with a "thump," frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

In their eyes, such divine means could only be the descent of the legendary Buddha; there was no other possibility!

However, what answered them was the cold voice of the Fai Hai illusionary figure.

"I am not the Buddha Lord."

"I am the Heavenly Dragon Arhat, Fai Hai!"

As the words fell.

The golden Dragon shadow had already descended.

"Roar!"

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