Chapter 439: Chapter 207: Punching the Ecstatic Arhat to Pieces, Slapping the Master of Emperor Wu’s City, the Female Bodhisattva is in Pursuit!_2

His cultivation had reached the peak of the Divine Yuan Realm, surpassing the Second Grandmaster of Bai Yujing by half a minor realm, and Jiang Taijing by four or five minor realms.

It was precisely because his cultivation was too high that Lu Zhen looked down upon the opportunity at Dangyang Mountain; it was of little use to him, unable to take him a step further unless he seized all seven opportunities.

However, committing such a reckless act against the world was something even the brash Lu Zhen dared not do. Facing the siege of seven Divine Yuan Realm martial emperors wielding seven Sacred Soldiers, he couldn’t withstand their attacks.

“Hahaha.”

Jiang Taijing, the Spear Emperor of Heavenly Prison, also burst into laughter, saying, “Alright, that’s settled then.”

Since Lu Zhen was arrogantly overestimating himself, Jiang Taijing would not be polite. In fact, in a fight of the same realm, he was indeed less confident; the foundation of the House of Divine Armies was ultimately a few notches below Bai Yujing.

Lu Zhen’s smile froze, he had been modest, and yet Jiang Taijing took it seriously. He shook his head and said nothing.

“Lu Zhen, there’s no way Chen Xilai will be given to you Bai Yujing.”

At this moment, the Joyful Arhat from Xumi Mountain spoke indifferently.

“Years ago, Chen Xilai killed an Arhat of my Xumi Mountain and slaughtered countless in the Buddha’s land; this is a debt of blood. Chen Xilai must come to Xumi Mountain to be converted.”

“Besides, it was our great Bodhisattva of Xumi Mountain who suppressed Chen Xilai. You insist on meddling, leading to today’s situation.”

The Devil Emperor of Blood Sea from Heavenly Demon Hall chuckled with a bold and sinister tone, “The Demon Lord has spoken, we can do without the opportunity, but Chen Xilai’s physical body must belong to our Heavenly Demon Hall, otherwise, the Demon Lord doesn’t mind making a personal visit.”

Just as the Barbarian Emperor of Myriad Demon Mountain was about to speak, the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea continued, “Barbarian, you can forget about Chen Xilai’s body. You should be satisfied if you can take away one opportunity, or you won’t leave the Xuan Domain alive today.”

“You!”

Being threatened and intimidated by the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea like this, the Barbarian Emperor was infuriated. His aura surged to the sky, ready to fight at a word, but then he calmed down quickly.

The Barbarian Emperor saw figures like Lu Zhen, the Joyful Arhat, and the Heaven Lord of Emperor Mingtian from the Human Clan—all Divine Yuan Realm martial emperors—casting indifferent and hostile glances at him.

Although the Barbarian Emperor was very upset, he eventually fell silent, genuinely so.

The Barbarian Clan had a deep-seated hatred with the Human Clan, but at their level, both sides were relatively restrained and wouldn’t fight to the death on sight.

With the Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing of Myriad Demon Mountain absent today, he didn’t even have a single ally to call upon. If he were too domineering, these fellows might very well take a dark shot at him.

In such a case, even if Myriad Demon Mountain were outraged, they could do nothing against the Four Sacred Lands of the Mortal World. The Ancient Empire and Emperor Mingtian were too far away from the Barbarian Region to intervene, and ultimately, they could only swallow their anger.

“Lu Zhen, if you want to take away Chen Xilai’s body, you’ll have to get past us first.”

The Devil Emperor of Blood Sea stamped his right foot lightly, a lotus pedestal blossomed with surging blood light in response, and the river of blood encircling him mirrored this energy, manifesting his colossal Primordial Spirit hundreds of thousands of feet tall, its presence growing ever more formidable.

The cauldron above his head bobbed, emitting demonic light that subdued the world, with mirages evolving around it, worlds being birthed and perishing, gods and demons multiplying, his demonic form reaching the heavens and piercing the earth, all casting their gaze upon Lu Zhen.

“Bai Yujing is strong, but my Xumi Mountain is not inferior,” the Joyful Arhat said lightly.

As he spoke, his colorful kasaya shone brilliantly with Buddha light, and behind him appeared a Primordial Spirit that reached through the heavens, the flow of yin and yang, surrounded by the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures, akin to the descent of a Buddha.

The Bodhi Buddha Beads rotated, the twenty-four beads each representing a heavenly realm, with each rotation doubling the radiance of the Buddha’s light and the grandeur of the Buddha’s sound.

“If you’re not convinced, then let’s fight it out, the consequences be on our own heads.”

Lu Zhen’s expression was as tranquil as an ancient well, and with one step forward, he manifested a Primordial Spirit ninety-five thousand feet tall behind him, dwarfing those of the Joyful Arhat and the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea.

The next instant, Lu Zhen raised his right hand above his shoulder, gripping the hilt of his sword, and he drew it slowly. The sword’s light grew sharper, the sword’s energy fuller, and the Sword Intent more majestic, Lu Zhen seemed like the sovereign of the Sword Dao in the world.

Simultaneously, his towering Primordial Spirit made the same motion, drawing a Divine Sword constructed from his martial Dao true intent and True Yuan, its light cleansing the six directions, its energy overwhelming the heavens and the earth.

Above Lu Zhen’s head, the Jade Ruyi shone with harmonious Dao light, layer upon layer, creating the circumpolar stars. In an instant, the sky appeared as a sea of stars, with Ancient Stars rising and falling, their life and death uncertain, fending off the myriad gods and demons and the twenty-four heavenly realms.

Ling Lingshuang, Jiang Taijing, the Barbarian Emperor, along with the Heaven Lord of Emperor Mingtian, and the Ancient Ancestor of the Ancient Empire each stepped back, their Sacred Soldiers radiating vast holy might, protecting themselves, and observing the impending battle.

They too wanted to know if the Third Patriarch of Bai Yujing, Lu Zhen, had finally crossed that threshold, and how far the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea and the Joyful Arhat had progressed.

Bai Yujing was the foremost Sacred Land of the Human Clan, with Xumi Mountain and Heavenly Demon Hall ranking second and third; they were also the main forces contending for the heavenly blade, Chen Xilai. Whoever emerged victorious would be able to take Chen Xilai away.

“Kill!”

“Cut!”

The Devil Emperor of Blood Sea and the Joyful Arhat exchanged glances before simultaneously launching their attacks without any probing, going all out from the start. Lu Zhen’s reputation was formidable enough to warrant such respect from them.

Everyone possessed Sacred Soldiers, and now, with three Sacred Soldiers counterbalancing each other, the outcome would depend on their individual strength.

The Devil Emperor of Blood Sea and the Joyful Arhat were both at the later stages of the Divine Yuan Realm. Although Buddha and demon are inherently at odds, at this moment, the Joyful Arhat and the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea had no such concerns. Their priority was to join forces against Lu Zhen before anything else.

Lu Zhen’s cultivation was higher than theirs, significantly so. In a one-on-one fight, they were not confident of coming out on top.