182: Chapter 181 Surrounded

"You go first! Hurry and find Benefactor Xia, I will hold him off!" Venerable Miaodi stared intently at the suddenly appeared Song Tiansheng, shouting in the direction of Jian Wuhen.

The sense of threat this man with the short blade brought him was extremely strong—so strong that even with his Fusion of nine lifetimes of cultivation, he had no confidence in being able to defeat the opponent.

Moreover, he would not only be facing the man in front of him; the other two, Tian Hong and his companion, would soon arrive as well.

1v3? He would undoubtedly be defeated!

"Venerable!!" After steadying himself, Jian Wuhen also saw the suddenly appeared burly figure. After glancing at Venerable Miaodi, who was facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Venerable, take care!"

Jian Wuhen was not a hesitant person. After leaving only this sentence, he transformed into a streak of sword light and sped away behind him. The sword light tore through the thick fog and disappeared into the vast mist in the blink of an eye.

Song Tiansheng watched the departing sword light without making a move to stop it. It was merely an ant at the ninth stage of the Tongshen Realm; he had no desire to strike at all.

His gaze returned to Venerable Miaodi, and he shook his head with a cold laugh: "Do you know that what you are doing is just a waste of time?"

Venerable Miaodi's expression was grave, and the Buddha light behind him grew increasingly intense: "That is not necessarily the case."

As he spoke, a golden " 卍" mark slowly emerged on Venerable Miaodi's forehead. Behind him, a halo of Buddha light, fully a zhang in size, appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, Venerable Miaodi seemed to transform into a living Buddha descended to the world, and the aura he radiated was more than a notch stronger than when he had fought Tian Hong earlier!

This was his true full-power state.

Song Tiansheng looked at Venerable Miaodi's current appearance, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes; instead, a flash of undisguised disgust crossed them.

"You bald donkeys are truly disgusting."

At his right hand, which held the short blade, a strange fluctuation suddenly surged beneath the skin.

Immediately following that, a fist-sized skull pattern emerged from the back of his hand, and the next moment, incomparably surging Devilish Qi spewed out from that skull pattern!

The Devilish Qi coiled around the short blade in his hand like a living creature.

Soon, the originally snow-white blade became completely pitch black, and even the Buddha light radiated by Venerable Miaodi seemed to be devoured when it touched this pitch-black short blade.

The moment the blade was formed, the surrounding thick fog seemed to have met its nemesis, frantically retreating and clearing an empty space of dozens of miles around Song Tiansheng.

"Such massive Devilish Qi, who exactly is this guy!?" Venerable Miaodi's pupils constricted slightly.

This person's strength was likely at least a notch stronger than Tian Hong, whom he had forced back.

He had no time to think further, because Song Tiansheng opposite him had already moved.

He made no superfluous movements; he simply switched the grip of the pitch-black short blade to a reverse grip, the blade pressed close to his forearm. The next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood.

It was not that his speed was too fast to see; it was a true disappearance.

Venerable Miaodi did not hesitate and immediately clasped his hands together. "Om!" A mighty Sanskrit sound was spat from his mouth!

In an instant, the halo of Buddha light behind him spun rapidly, and endless Buddha light surged out like a tide, condensing into a phantom dozens of zhang high in front of him!

The phantom had three faces and six arms, a ferocious expression, and was wreathed in raging flames, with cowering devilish masses trampled underfoot—it was none other than the Trailokya-vijaya Vidyaraja!

As soon as the golden phantom of the Trailokya-vijaya Vidyaraja appeared, a vast pressure that suppressed all evil exploded outwards!

However, the moment the golden phantom condensed into shape, a black wind blew by out of thin air.

The black wind was silent, yet it made Venerable Miaodi feel somewhat cold. It blew from the Void Realm, coiling and rising, clinging to the golden phantom of the Trailokya-vijaya Vidyaraja.

At first, it was just a wisp, a thread. But in the blink of an eye, the black Qi spread wildly like a plague, covering the entire golden body in the blink of an eye!

Venerable Miaodi's expression changed! He felt that the connection between himself and the golden body was rapidly weakening; the Buddha light on the golden body was being devoured layer by layer by the black Qi, the golden light growing dimmer while the black Qi grew thicker.

"Monk." An indifferent voice came from hundreds of meters away.

Song Tiansheng's figure had appeared there again, standing on a protruding rock. The pitch-black short blade hung casually at his side, with wisps of black Qi rising from the tip.

He looked at Venerable Miaodi indifferently: "Your golden body is not bad, it's just a pity that your Cultivation is not yet perfected."

"Crack." A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The dozens-of-zhang-high golden phantom of the Trailokya-vijaya Vidyaraja actually began to crumble and fall apart from the top of its head, just like weathered rock.

Countless golden fragments in the air were devoured by the coiling black Qi before they could even hit the ground, turning into nothingness.

Venerable Miaodi let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, two sounds of wind breaking came simultaneously. Tian Hong, carrying an iron rod, and Sun Sheng, with a gloomy face, landed behind Song Tiansheng at the same time.

The three of them standing together made Venerable Miaodi feel an incredibly heavy pressure.

Tian Hong looked at the slightly disheveled Venerable Miaodi, his eyes full of mockery: "Bald donkey, I didn't expect you to have a day like this! When you forced me back before, you didn't look like this."

Sun Sheng did not speak, only sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, a cruel smile appearing on his feminine face.

Venerable Miaodi looked around, his gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one, finally landing on Song Tiansheng.

His mind was rapidly calculating countermeasures. Among the three opponents, only the big man in the middle holding the short blade could likely bring a fatal threat to him.

As for the other two, even if they joined forces to defeat him, it would be difficult for them to break his golden body in a short time.

But with the three of them joining forces, he could likely only hold on for half an hour at most—no... not half an hour; with the three of them attacking with full force, he could only hold on for a quarter of an hour at most.

Venerable Miaodi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Jian Wuhen, if you cannot find Benefactor Xia after a quarter of an hour... I am afraid I will meet my end here."

"Big Brother, Third Brother. Let's attack together! Save us from any more trouble!" Sun Sheng, one of the three, suddenly had his hands covered in blue light and stepped forward directly.

"Amitabha! Three benefactors, do not be in such a hurry to attack; I still have something to say!" Venerable Miaodi's expression returned to calm, and he spoke indifferently while looking at the three of them.