268: Chapter 268 The Tough Wu Li.

Bai Chi stood behind Wu Li, and a strand of baleful blood Qi was channeled into her once more.

Instantly, all the golden ripples inside Bai Chi's body directly scattered.

"Hoo…"

Bai Chi let out a long breath, a trace of relief flashing through her eyes.

If Wu Li had not arrived in time, she really would have been done for.

At that moment, Bai Chi could clearly feel that her thoughts and mind were rapidly being altered, and the figure of that Lin Fan she had seen before kept emerging in her mind.

There were even Buddhist Sanskrit chants telling her to protect Lin Fan with her life.

This utterly sickened Bai Chi.

Other than Old Ancestor Wu Li and the brothers of Black Feather, there was no one else for whom she would give her life.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the last strand of Buddhist light within Bai Chi's body being dispelled by the baleful blood, a change finally appeared on the monk's stone-like face.

The golden light in his eye sockets shifted from steady to flickering, as if something was repeatedly colliding inside.

His hands loosened from the Buddhist salute, and when they clapped together in front of him, they produced a muffled sound, resembling two stone slabs being pressed together simultaneously.

"Amitabha."

The monk's voice was much deeper than before.

"It seems the Benefactress has entered the Demonic Path. Since that is the case, this poor monk can only use the fury of thunder to drag the Benefactress away from the Demonic Path."

The moment his words fell, his palms pushed forward simultaneously.

The golden Buddhist light in his palms expanded drastically during the process, quickly spreading from the size of a palm to a zhang wide, wrapping in a layer of churning golden halo as it pressed straight toward Wu Li.

The gravel on the ground was shattered into powder as the golden light passed by, leaving an extending scorched mark on the stone slabs.

The Buddhist light at the edges continued to spread to both sides, as if being pushed outward from the inside by something.

Wu Li did not look back.

"Leave this place first. This one is somewhat more formidable than the previous one."

Bai Chi nodded, spread her wings, and swept back several zhang, landing steadily on a horizontal branch of a distant withered tree.

Her gaze fell upon the open space between Wu Li and the monk.

Wu Li flipped his right claw, and the great flame fire halberd bounced out from his palm.

The flame runes on the halberd shaft lit up simultaneously, tearing a gap through the baleful blood Qi with its crimson-gold firelight.

He gripped the halberd shaft with one hand, took a step forward, and swept the fire halberd out instantly.

The crimson-gold flames exploded from the halberd blade, transforming into a half-moon fire blade that directly collided with the golden Buddhist light pushed out by the monk.

The moment the two collided, a muffled, thunderous roar echoed.

The firelight and Buddhist light squeezed against each other at the point of contact, shattering into several segments that scattered onto the ground on both sides, leaving behind slender scorch marks on the earth.

The monk did not retreat.

His palms drew a circle in front of him, and the golden Buddhist light reconverged in his palms as he pushed a palm toward Wu Li's direction: "Great Compassion Palm!"

A golden palm print, wider than before, flew out from his palm.

Wrapped in dense script patterns, it advanced rapidly along the ground, wherever it passed, fine cracks emerged on the surface of the stone slabs.

Wu Li held his fire halberd horizontally to block.

The palm print crashed against the halberd shaft, causing him to slide back half a step under his feet.

After stabilizing his stance, the fire halberd flipped, and its tip thrust straight toward the monk's throat: "Fire Drill Heart!"

The flames at the tip of the halberd condensed into a crimson-gold cone of light, passing through the residual golden fragments of the palm print and heading straight for the monk's face.

The monk did not retreat.

He raised his right arm, a layer of dark golden luster welling up on the surface of his forearm, and forcefully caught the halberd tip.

The halberd tip pierced against the dark golden forearm, producing a muffled impact sound.

The crimson-gold cone of light exploded at the point of impact, burning a scorched mark into the front of the monk's cassock.

The monk did not pause.

His left palm struck from the side, the wind of his palm wrapped in a thick layer of golden Buddhist light as it pressed toward Wu Li's ribs.

Wu Li sidestepped to evade, pulling back the fire halberd in one smooth motion while holding the shaft horizontally in front of him to block the monk's horizontal slash.

Metal collided with the stone arms, bursting a layer of fine sparks.

The two retreated half a step simultaneously, then pressed forward again at the same time.

The fire halberd and the Vajra arm constantly clashed within the Buddhist light.

Every single contact burst forth a cluster of firelight, pushing the surrounding Buddhist light back an inch before it closed in again.

The monk's movements were not fast, but every strike was heavy.

No matter which direction Wu Li's attacks came from, he could adjust his angle before the movement landed, blocking every single halberd momentum.

Wu Li slashed out with his fire halberd three consecutive times, each landing spot being different.

The monk used his forearm to block three times in a row, stepping forward one step after each collision.

Wu Li took a step back after the third collision.

The flame runes on the fire halberd dimmed for a split second before lighting up again.

He turned his body slightly, adjusted his grip on the halberd, and brought the halberd shaft close to his own forearm, shortening the attack distance.

Then, he took a step forward, pointing the halberd tip directly at the monk's throat.

The firelight reconverged at the halberd tip, becoming finer and narrower than before, resembling a compressed needle that formed a crimson-gold thin line within the Buddhist light, advancing along the direction of the monk's throat.

The monk raised his right arm once more, the dark golden luster on the surface of his forearm shining a bit brighter than before, pressing forward to meet that crimson-gold thin line.

...

Meanwhile.

On a distant hillside, two figures stopped one after the other.

Lin Fan's gaze swept across the churning area ahead where golden light and baleful blood Qi intertwined, and then he raised his hand and pointed: "Chief Clerk Gu Qing, look, experts are fighting ahead."

Chief Clerk Gu Qing looked along his gaze, his eyes shifting alternately between the two figures, repeatedly scanning between that crimson-gold firelight and dark-golden Buddhist light to confirm the strength and tiers of both sides' auras.

"Very strong. Their powers are probably both at the Golden Core Peak."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

He turned his head to look at Chief Clerk Gu Qing, lowering his voice slightly: "Chief Clerk Gu Qing, you say that when such experts fight, it must be to contend for some treasure. Should we…"

He did not finish his sentence, but the expression on his face had already supplied the second half for him.

Chief Clerk Gu Qing glanced at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

His gaze fell back onto the combat area, confirming that the positions of both parties had not shifted toward this side, before he spoke a sentence.

"Let's approach and take a look first; don't be in a rush to make a move."

Lin Fan chuckled.

The two lowered their figures, moving quickly along the shadows of the hillside toward the direction of the combat area.

In the distance, that churning golden light and baleful blood Qi were continuing to expand, sweeping the surrounding grassland and gravel into them, leaving behind alternating scorched marks and cracks stretching across the ground.

"Colorless Profound Light!!"

"Obliterate!"

"Boom~"

The pitch-black Colorless Profound Light spread directly in all directions the moment Wu Li raised his hand, resembling a continuously expanding black tide that pushed the Buddhist light toward the edges.

Wherever the light passed, the scorched marks on the ground were covered by black, and the grass leaves were flattened the moment they made contact.

The golden Buddhist light retreated to both sides from the ground, forming a contracting golden light film at the contact surface.

The monk closed his palms together, his lips opening and closing rapidly: "Namo ra-na, da-ra-ye-ya, Namo a-li-ye…"