Chapter 214: Heavenly Zen Wheel
Chapter 214: Heavenly Zen Wheel
“Who is it?”
The old monk Jingxu was greatly shocked. He suddenly turned around.
Buzz…
Before he could carefully observe, a heavy sword had already arrived in front of him. In a hurry, he transformed his right palm into a claw, attempting to snatch the heavy sword away.
“Seeking death!”
Mu Feng let out a cold shout. The blood energy inside his body violently surged, erupting with astonishing power. Without changing his move, he abruptly accelerated and slammed the sword down.
Bang…
A loud roar echoed repeatedly within the underground chamber.
The old monk’s right hand, from the elbow down, was instantly flattened, spreading out like a piece of dough into a thin, wide sheet. The bones shattered, mixing with flesh and blood into a bloody pulp, only a layer of skin remaining hanging on the arm.
The heavy sword had no edge!
This sword weighed several thousand jin and lacked a sharp blade. Its real power did not come from sharpness like an ordinary long sword, but from its terrifying strength.
With a fierce slam of the sword, the old monk’s right hand immediately looked as if it had been crushed by a massive boulder. It wasn’t chopped off by the sword, but the pain was ten thousand times worse than being cleanly cut!
“Ah…”
Despite his usual strong composure and powerful strength, the old monk Jingxu couldn’t help but let out a scream. His body trembled and shook uncontrollably. Before he could recover, the fearsome Black Inscription Heavy Sword slammed down fiercely once more—this time aimed at his head. If struck by Mu Feng’s sword, it wouldn’t just be a case of having his head burst; his entire skull would likely be smashed down into his shoulders!
“Heavenly Zen Step…”
The old monk exclaimed in alarm. This time, he didn’t dare to directly block Mu Feng’s heavy sword. His body swayed and, at the critical moment of life and death, surprisingly evaded Mu Feng’s heavy blow. His feet seemed coated with oil as he whooshed backward, retreating far away like lightning.
“Such formidable strength—who are you?”
Looking at Mu Feng’s murderous expression, the old monk’s face turned grave. His right hand still trembled uncontrollably. He extended his left hand, and a crescent moon wheel appeared. On it were carved ancient Buddhas in various postures—standing or crouching. As soon as it was summoned, a majestic pressure rushed forth, and faint heavenly chants seemed to echo in the void. Though there was only one person, the pressure felt even slightly stronger than that of the Four Ultimate Swords encountered that day in the Poison Sect!
“An Elite Realm expert?”
Mu Feng paused his steps. Staring at the imposing old monk, his expression turned serious.
The nine monks outside, though quite skilled, were only at the Mortal Realm Peak at best. They couldn’t withstand even a single move from him. Only this old monk before him was a true opponent!
“Damned brat! If not for your sneak attack, this humble monk would have already comprehended the Great Bliss Meditation and broken through from the early stage to the mid-stage of the Elite Realm!”
Sensing that Mu Feng’s energy fluctuations were only at the Mortal Realm Peak, the old monk’s face twisted fiercely. The moon wheel in his hand buzzed, ready to strike. “Speak! Who are you, and how did you sneak in? I give you two choices: either bow and become my disciple under Jingxu, or die beneath the Heavenly Zen Wheel!”
Outwardly aggressive and severe, the old monk secretly stalled for time, hoping his disciples would quickly arrive to distract Mu Feng. He covertly circulated his Spiritual Power, attempting to heal his right hand and prepare a fatal strike.
Mu Feng’s strength appeared to be only at Mortal Realm Peak, yet the old monk felt he was more dangerous than an Elite Realm expert. He didn’t dare be the slightest bit careless!
“Don’t bother wasting your efforts. Your nine disciples have already passed on.” Mu Feng saw through the old monk’s plan instantly. After four crisp clinks, he cleanly severed the chains binding the young woman’s hands and feet. “Go, leave quickly! Get away from here at once!”
“Thank you, young master!”
The young woman scrambled up, threw on a black robe nearby, and without bothering to tidy her disheveled hair and clothes, she bowed slightly to Mu Feng before dashing away barefoot, fleeing desperately from this temple that devoured people without spitting out the bones.
“Alright, you’ve saved her, young man. We have no dispute with each other—must it be a fight to the death?”
Seeing the young woman’s retreating figure, the old monk knew it was over. This temple, operated for over ten years, could no longer be stayed in; it was time to abandon it. Once the news spread, even if the authorities didn’t send troops, his own sect would likely dispatch experts soon. By then, it would be too late to escape!
“Of course it doesn’t have to be you or me dying—if I kill you, there’ll be one less tumor in the world!”
Mu Feng’s expression was icy. He slowly raised the heavy Black Inscription Sword, pointing it from a distance at the old monk’s brow.
As a monk, instead of devoting himself to Buddha and showing compassion, he committed such heinous crimes, defiling who knows how many innocent women—he deserved to die a thousand deaths! If Mu Feng hadn’t known, that would be one thing, but having witnessed his evil deeds firsthand, how could he let him go easily, allowing him to continue his wicked deeds?
Remembering the mother at the inn below the mountain, silently holding her daughter’s corpse and weeping in the dark, Mu Feng’s murderous intent grew stronger and stronger.
“Fine, since you push me so hard, don’t blame me. Go to hell!”
The old monk’s face turned cold. Before his words faded, he immediately acted.
Instead of charging straight forward, he slid ghostlike to the right, reached out, and pressed lightly on the brow of a Buddha statue on the wall. Immediately, the chamber echoed with clicking sounds, and small holes, as thick as a finger, emerged. They didn’t shoot dense Crossbow Arrows, but released wisps of yellow smoke, swiftly enveloping the entire underground chamber. After inhaling just a trace, one would immediately feel dizzy and disoriented.
Soul-dazing poison!
Mu Feng’s mind raced. He immediately held his breath tightly. The blood energy inside him surged and boiled, and a set of fierce, blood-red armor materialized over his body, wrapping him securely from head to toe.
Just as the Blood Armor formed to protect him, without any warning, a crescent moon wheel sliced out from within the heavy smoke, striking hard on his back shoulder before retreating into the smoke and vanishing. Instantly, the blood energy on Mu Feng’s Blood Armor dimmed, his shoulder stung sharply, and his shoulder blade almost shattered from the impact.
The Blood Armor, glowing with bloody light, was nearly destroyed in one blow!
Heavenly Zen Wheel?
Mu Feng’s pupils contracted sharply. He spun around abruptly, but Jingxu’s figure had long disappeared. Looking around, all he saw was thick yellow smoke—he couldn’t see or sense the old monk’s position. Yet without much thought, Mu Feng knew he was still inside the underground chamber, perhaps lurking right beside him.
Thump…
Before he could use Ancient Witchcraft to survey his surroundings, the fearsome moon wheel appeared once more. This time, it came from an inconceivable angle—gliding close to the ground, upward from below, striking fiercely on Mu Feng’s right knee. Instantly, Mu Feng’s entire right leg felt almost shattered. His knee buckled, and he crashed down, kneeling on one knee.
An Elite Realm expert, ambushing from within thick poisonous fog—who could possibly escape unscathed?
Mu Feng’s brow twitched. The sense of danger grew increasingly intense. The cunning and vicious old monk Jingxu seemed to be everywhere, ready to launch a fatal attack from any direction, at any moment!