129: Chapter 129 A Great Ruins Ahead, No Unauthorized Persons Allowed!

Ye Xiu wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice rolling like thunder, spreading across a radius of a thousand miles:

"Go back and tell all the monks on your mountain.

From now on, whenever you see anyone from my Heavenly Demon Sect, you had better steer clear.

In this world, for those whom the Buddhist Dharma cannot save, my, Ye Xiu's, sword will save; for the rules that the Buddhist sect dares not enforce, my, Ye Xiu's, feet will trample them!"

"Get lost!"

A furious shout, carrying the supreme pressure of a second-layer Sendai Realm expert, transformed into a tangible sound wave that crashed into the depths of the ruins.

Inside the deep pit.

Lao Yilai, his kasaya shredded and his body in a sorry state, struggled to climb to his feet.

He clutched his chest, looking in sheer terror at the white-clad youth in the sky who resembled a god or demon.

He had lost.

He had lost completely, without any dignity.

His five-layer Sendai Realm, which he had been so proud of, was as fragile as paper in front of his opponent.

"A... Amitabha..."

Lao Yilai no longer cared about the demeanor of a high monk; he didn't even dare to leave a parting threat.

He forcefully swallowed the blood surging in his throat, transformed into a dim ray of Buddhist light, and, like a stray dog, fled madly toward the capital of Yankang Kingdom without looking back.

Watching Lao Yilai's pathetic fleeing figure.

Ye Xiu did not pursue him.

The goal of his "challenge" had already been achieved.

By shattering Lao Yilai's golden body, he had not only thoroughly intimidated those righteous sects lurking in the shadows but also delivered the greatest "surprise" to that self-righteous Crown Prince in the imperial court.

"My muscles are warmed up, and I've had just about enough to drink."

Ye Xiu hung the wine gourd back on his waist, turned around, and looked toward the solar divine ship that had been hovering in mid-air, witnessing this epoch-making battle.

On the bow of the ship.

Yan Jingjing and Si Youyou were already stunned.

Although the two women knew their husband was a lawless, peerless mad Dragon, they never expected him to be this formidable.

That was Lao Yilai of the Great Leiyin Sect!

A Peak expert recognized by the world, just like that, had his golden body shattered by a single stomp from him?

Watching Ye Xiu return through the air with an air of unruliness and tenderness.

Yan Jingjing's eyes were filled with fanatical worship, and a trace of an extremely gentle and proud smile appeared on Si Youyou's lips.

Ye Xiu landed on the deck, opened his arms, and pulled the two shaken beauties into his embrace.

Above Ghost Gate Gorge, the gale howled.

Ye Xiu stood in his white robes, hands behind his back.

He did not chase after the fleeing Lao Yilai.

Because, when dealing with an old fox of this level, completely shattering his Dao Heart, which had been invincible for a thousand years, was more despairing than killing him outright.

Furthermore, since he, Ye Xiu, had now taken over the Heavenly Demon Sect and treated The Great Ruins as his own backyard, he had to establish the rules of the Wine Sword Immortal!

"Since I'm already here, I must leave a memento for those meddlesome trash from the Yankang Kingdom."

Ye Xiu swept his gaze and locked onto the lone Peak in the center of Ghost Gate Gorge below, which stood a thousand feet tall and had been half-leveled by Sword Qi.

He did not draw his sword; he simply slowly raised his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword.

"Swish!"

A dual-colored Sword Qi, mixed with Pure Yang True Fire and the vitality of Taiyi Jianmu, erupted from his fingertips.

Like a hundred-foot-long sword of light connecting heaven and earth, it was swung out casually by him.

"Chi chi chi—" The ear-piercing sound of rock being cut resounded throughout the world.

Stone debris flew everywhere, and sparks splattered!

In just a few breaths, the cliff face of that thousand-foot lone Peak was forcefully carved by Ye Xiu into a smooth, mirror-like, towering stone tablet!

Immediately after, Ye Xiu flipped his wrist, using his finger as a sword, moving with the fluidity of a dragon and snake.

He directly carved eight domineering, iron-drawn and silver-hooked characters onto that thousand-foot cliff: [Ahead Lies The Great Ruins, Trespassers Keep Out!]

These eight characters were several feet deep.

Each stroke was filled with the domineering True Qi of Ye Xiu, belonging to the second layer of the Sendai Realm!

Gold and silver light circulated within the characters, transforming into a tangible, terrifying Sword Intent that shot straight into the clouds.

Within a hundred miles, anyone who dared to look directly at these eight characters, as long as their cultivation was below the Divine Bridge Realm, would have their eyes instantly blinded by the Sword Qi!

This was no longer a simple warning.

This was a line of life and death drawn with absolute force!

"Those who cross this tablet, die."

Ye Xiu coldly spat out the last few words, his voice like a booming bell.

Carried by his True Qi, it traveled along the passage of Ghost Gate Gorge all the way to the border of the Yankang Kingdom.

Those spies from the Yankang Kingdom who were lurking on the border, originally intending to investigate the disturbances in The Great Ruins, heard this sound and screamed, covering their ears, bleeding from their seven orifices, and fled in terror, scrambling toward the capital.

After doing all this, Ye Xiu clapped his hands, turned into a stream of light, and landed steadily back on the deck of the solar divine ship.

"Let's go, time to go home."

Ye Xiu wrapped his arms around the slender waists of Si Youyou and Yan Jingjing, his gold and silver heterochromatic eyes filled with an arrogance that looked down upon the world.

The divine ship roared, and the Golden Crow cried out.

This ancient divine warship, radiating ten thousand rays of light, carried the white-clad Wine Sword Immortal who had just shattered the myth of the Buddhist sect, and like a true sun patrolling the heavens, slowly departed.

Meanwhile.

Tens of thousands of miles away, in the western suburbs of the Yankang Kingdom's capital, lay the Great Leiyin Sect.

Inside the Mahavira Hall atop Mount Sumeru, Sanskrit chants echoed, and sandalwood incense swirled.

Hundreds of inner sect high monks wearing red kasayas were sitting cross-legged on meditation cushions, striking wooden fish.

His Highness the Crown Prince was still wearing that black coir raincoat, sitting on a master chair in the guest seat.

Although he had waited dryly for most of the night, his mood at this moment was exceptionally relaxed; he even picked up the fragrant tea beside him and took a satisfied sip.

"Calculating the time, World Honored One Yuilai should be returning in triumph by now, right?"

The Crown Prince put down his teacup, looked at an elder monk sitting beside him, and squeezed a look of anticipation onto his pale face.

The elder monk pressed his palms together, his face full of arrogance:

"Your Highness, rest assured.

With the World Honored One taking action personally and unleashing the [Great Mount Sumeru Demon-Suppressing Seal], even if he had three heads and six arms, he is destined to be suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain and turned into a puddle of pus and blood!"

"Indeed, indeed.

The Buddhist Dharma is boundless, and I naturally trust it.

Once the World Honored One captures that Devil Head, I will personally pull out his Dragon tendons and skin his..."

Before the Crown Prince's words had even finished falling.

"Boom!!!" A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering explosion erupted without warning atop Mount Sumeru!

The incredibly thick, gilded dome of the Mahavira Hall was actually smashed through by a terrifying impact!

Tiles and gold paint rained down from the sky, falling with a rustle.

In the terrified gaze of the monks filling the hall, a blood-soaked figure, in an extremely pathetic state, fell like a meteorite, crashing heavily onto the blue brick floor in the center of the hall from the hole in the roof!

"Bang!"

The hard, indestructible blue bricks were smashed into a large pit ten zhang in radius.

The huge shockwave overturned dozens of martial monks nearby who were striking wooden fish, and even the Crown Prince sitting on the master chair was blown away by this blast of air.

He rolled on the ground seven or eight times, falling into a dizzying mess.

"Protect His Highness! Assassins! Protect the Buddha Venerable!"

The hall instantly fell into chaos.

However, when those elder monks saw the appearance of the figure in the center of the pit, everyone looked like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed.

Their voices stopped abruptly, and their eyeballs almost popped out.

Inside the pit.

That old monk—whose kasaya was shredded into strips of cloth, whose indestructible Physical Body was covered in terrifying cracks, and who was still frantically vomiting golden blood—was actually the supreme faith of their Great Leiyin Sect, the myth of the world's martial Dao—Lao Yilai!