Chapter 359 The Fate of the Killing Technique

In that split second, Yan Chu could have used his movement techniques to dodge.

But Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng, Meng Ao, and the others were still behind him; if he didn't block it, they would be instantly frozen to death by the cold wind.

“amitabha! Excellent, excellent!”

“It seems Benefactor Yan has already had his body seized by the Ghost King. I ask everyone to join together to subdue this demon!!”

Just as the crowd was feeling suspicious and surprised by Yan Chu's palm strike, several miles away, a few people from the Buddhist sects gathered together, and the monk Abbot Fayuan suddenly spoke.

It had to be said that this old monk's mind turned extremely quickly.

Regardless of whether Yan Chu had actually been possessed by the Ghost King, this was a perfect opportunity to kill him!

Boom!!!

He thought so, and he acted accordingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands had already formed the Fudō Myō-ō Seal, specifically the Fundamental Secret Seal from the Thirteen Sacred Seals of Fudō Myō-ō of Nalanda Temple.

Awakening to emptiness had also used this seal technique before.

But compared to Abbot Fayuan performing it now, the difference was more than a hundredfold.

His Aura rose infinitely, directly breaking through the Three Flowers boundary at this moment to reach the Primal Fetus level; the dense golden light on his body transformed into a Vajra King Manifestation several zhang tall, which struck two palms toward Yan Chu with a booming sound.

One palm was like a Treasure Mountain, the other like a Demon-Subduing Pestle.

If this were in the outside world, this single Move would be enough to shock the world, even capable of destroying an entire city.

But this was the Tianzhu Mountain Blessed Land, and those present were among the most powerful people in the entire world over the past several millennia.

Abbot Fayuan's Move was somewhat underwhelming here.

However, no one stopped him; they all watched coldly, wanting to see if Yan Chu was still himself!

After all, a Move like the one just now didn't seem like something a Ghost King could use, and his body didn't appear to have undergone any mutation.

“Yan Chu!!!”

Only Zhu Qingluan called out his name in anxiety, but she was restrained by her father, Zhu Moxun, and could not Move at all.

“Quick, get out of the way!!!”

Behind him, Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng's phoenix-like face was also full of solemnity as she shouted a warning.

Clang!

At this moment, Yan Chu expressionlessly raised his hand, and a piercing saber glow gathered between his palm and fingers, actually producing the sound of a blade being unsheathed, which made everyone who heard it feel a chill in their hearts.

Buzz!

This saber strike slashed out like a heavenly wind descending, accompanied by the tinkling sound of jade pendants.

It bore some resemblance to Princess Yaoxi's cold wind from earlier, yet it followed a completely different path; this wind was filled with saber light and killing intent, flashing past in an instant.

Eight Heavenly Blade Arts, Heavenly Wind Jade Pendants.

Pfft pfft!

The two palms struck by the Vajra King Manifestation were swept by the saber wind and instantly shattered into pieces, dissipating into nothingness. The saber wind did not stop at all; instead, its power surged even more, pouring toward the people of the Buddhist sects in one go.

“Quick, retreat!!”

“Vile creature!!!”

The strongest among them, Ascetic Dingyan and Great Master Liaochen, knew best how terrifying Yan Chu's strike was; even from such a distance, they could feel the saber wind making their skin sting.

One must realize that they both possessed Yuantai Realm bodies.

Their physiques had been nourished day and night by Innate Fetal Respiration and had long since surpassed the Great Perfection of the Physical Body Divine Treasury by an unknown margin, yet they still felt this way.

The power of his saber strike could well be imagined.

Boom!

Great Master Liaochen's golden Buddhist palm covered the sky; within the palm were Sanskrit chants and shining golden wheels as he struck toward the dense saber wind ahead.

Ascetic Dingyan pointed out a finger, which seemed capable of freezing the Void Realm; the speed of the saber wind slowed significantly because of it, and it was crushed by the golden Buddhist palm, the saber light shattering one after another.

Ding!

But at that moment, the destroyed saber light seemed to come to life, colliding with each other with a tinkle-tinkle sound like jade stones lightly clashing, converging into a tangible great saber that suddenly broke through the finger print and the Buddhist palm, piercing through the center of the palm and disappearing into the distance in a flash.

“What?!!”

This sudden turn of events caught them off guard; Great Master Liaochen and the other didn't expect Yan Chu's strike to hide such a follow-up, and they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, that strike wasn't aimed at them, otherwise...

Wait!

Great Master Liaochen's entire body stiffened as he turned his head to look behind him.

He saw a neat bloodline appear on Abbot Fayuan's forehead, extending down to his nose, mouth, and neck, until it split his monastic robes in two.

Pfft!

In the next moment, his entire person split neatly down the middle, his intestines and internal organs spilling out as if they cost nothing.

His Primordial Spirit had already been extinguished by the Saber Intent a step ahead.

“Killed a Nalanda Temple Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown Martial Artist. Immensely satisfying. Experience +600,000.”

A crisp voice appeared in Yan Chu's ear. At this moment, for him, killing someone at the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown level was no different from killing an ordinary Celestial Being; the difference in Realm was simply too great.

Did the monk Abbot Fayuan really dare to recklessly attack him, thinking he was one of those soft persimmons that Nalanda Temple could squeeze at will?