CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 85: NEW METHOD! CRUSHING! WU CHEN SHOCKED

"What... what’s happening?"

Wu Jiuling said somewhat incredulously:

"Even using a top-tier Celestial Skill, it would only attract a few hundred yards of Dao resonance."

"Even the Divine Techniques of heaven and earth, having a thousand yards of Dao resonance is enough to squander in the magical space."

"But this... causing the whole Ten Thousand Laws Map to be disrupted, what kind of Dao could it be?"

Wu Jiuling looked at Su Nan beside him, speaking in a displeased tone:

"Is this what you call a son who hasn’t learned any techniques?"

He’s increasingly finding Su Nan unreliable.

Ever since Chang Qing appeared, nothing Su Nan said has been accurate.

"I... this... him..." Su Nan was at a loss for words.

Not to mention Wu Jiuling, he was baffled too.

In his memory, Chang Qing was always a simple village-like figure.

"I only left for a few days..."

Su Nan gazed toward Cyan Mountain Village, murmuring in confusion,

"What on earth have you all taught Chang Qing?"

...

The disturbance in the Ten Thousand Laws Map startled both Miao Ba and Elder Bai Zui, who had been watching closely.

"Is that kid displaying Imperial Techniques in the magical space?"

"In a simple entry-level evaluation, you’ve brought out such a level of Secret Skill?"

Miao Ba’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking they’re overestimating that little monk.

Though those who came to Little Immortal Sect were top-tier talents, there aren’t monsters of this caliber.

Without hesitation, Miao Ba personally took action, suppressing the turbulent Dao resonance.

If it continued like this, he couldn’t guarantee Ten Thousand Laws Map could support Chang Qing’s exploration of Dao techniques.

But all others who entered the Ten Thousand Laws Map would be affected.

Indeed.

As the Ten Thousand Laws Map calmed, the frowning talents slowly relaxed.

In the magical space, Chang Qing’s brow emitted a golden glow, surrounding him with imperial majesty.

The tip of a colossal golden sword was slowly materializing from the golden pattern on his brow.

The overwhelming Sword Intent erupted, with a sacred golden radiance enveloping the heavens.

Yet the sword tip only appeared for a moment before dispersing with the wind.

"Hmm?"

Chang Qing was taken aback, looking around, "Has this world become unable to bear it?"

He shook his head regretfully, sighing inwardly,

"A small sect is indeed a small sect, even the legacy given casually by second brother is beyond what this sect can withstand."

"But it’s okay, the Immortal Four Arts taught by the teacher, Divine Foot Technique, and Er Niu’s Sword Technique can still work in this small sect."

Thinking this, Chang Qing dispersed the imperial pattern on his brow, sitting cross-legged to meditate.

The breaths of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Sword continuously revolved around him.

...

Time passed slowly, and a day quickly went by.

"Time’s up! Wake up!"

A deep voice shouted, awakening the talents immersed in the magical space.

They slowly opened their eyes, the world around them was gray, and they only saw the opponent in front of them.

"The magical space will balance your powers to the same level."

"Your task is to defeat the enemy before you with the new techniques you’ve comprehended."

"The techniques comprehended within the Ten Thousand Laws Map contain special Dao resonance. Those trying to cheat with learned skills will never enter the sect!"

"Now, begin!"

The voice in the darkness vanished after simply explaining the rules.

Meanwhile, Chang Qing looked seriously at Wu Chen not far in front of him,

"Master, please."

Chang Qing felt somewhat nervous.

Besides the mountain bandits not long ago, he had never engaged in combat with anyone, not to mention a duel of techniques.

He had no experience at all.

The only good news was that the opponent came from a normal area, presumably not as strong as those talents.

He still had the power to fight.

"Hmm, good place."

Wu Chen glanced around, smiling when he discovered it was just him and Chang Qing.

In such an environment, he had an eighty percent chance of success!

"Such a precious Celestial Buddha body, simply hidden within clothes?"

Wu Chen looked at Chang Qing’s chest, where a pure Buddhist aura resided.

"Master?"

Seeing Wu Chen staring directly at him, Chang Qing asked in confusion.

"Too bad we can’t kill, otherwise your life would be forfeit."

Wu Chen looked at Chang Qing, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

Many strong from Lingshan, including a quasi-emperor, were because of the person in front of him.

If it weren’t for the bad timing, he’d really want to strike.

"Kill?"

Gazing at Wu Chen, who was gentle not long ago but now icy, Chang Qing’s eyes narrowed,

"Do I have a grudge against you?"

By now, Chang Qing understood, Wu Chen targeted him not for a weak opponent, it’s more than that.

But he couldn’t understand, he had always lived in Cyan Mountain Village, when did he ever provoke any monks?

"Do we have a grudge?"

Wu Chen stepped forward disdainfully, "You’re not worthy."

He was tired of talking and planned to directly subdue Su Changqing and escort the Celestial Buddha back to the Western Regions.

"You’re underestimating me a bit too much."

Su Changqing’s expression turned serious as he waved his hand, and a sharp sword condensed with Dao rhythm appeared in his hand.

Inside the Ten Thousand Laws Map, it balanced their strengths. Although Su Changqing was just a mortal, he could mobilize powerful forces now.

"A mere mortal trying to resist?"

"You don’t understand what kind of opponent you’re facing."

Wu Chen laughed mockingly, and a Buddha imprint condensed at his fingertips, gathering a gigantic Buddha palm in the sky.

"Fall!"

Boom!

The Buddha imprint transformed, and the large Buddha palm fell from the sky, smashing hard in front of Su Changqing.

Dao rhythm pervaded, completely covering Su Changqing’s position.

"Useless..."

Wu Chen laughed disdainfully, but before he could finish his sentence...

Buzz!

A loud sword cry arose from the dim Dao rhythm, breaking the Buddha palm.

Wu Chen’s gaze sharpened as he stared intently.

Streams as brilliant as a bolt of silk surrounded Su Changqing, slowly stepping forward.

"What kind of opponent am I facing?"

"Are you really strong?"

Su Changqing looked at Wu Chen and calmly said, "We’re all ordinary disciples, don’t boast."

Wu Chen burst into angry laughter, "Ordinary disciple? Arrogant!"

He was the chief disciple of the contemporary Ling Mountain, when had he been looked down upon like this?

"Buddha’s Arrival!"

Buddha light surged around Wu Chen, with a Buddha of hundred feet hovering behind him.

"Kill!"

With a fierce shout, Wu Chen formed seals with his fingers and charged towards Su Changqing.

Behind him, the hundred-foot Buddha moved in sync, and the huge fist covered in Buddha light fell like the sky collapsing.

"Creek Pan!"

Su Changqing lightly shouted upon seeing this, and the streams surrounding him transformed into nine vertical and ten horizontal, suspended above the sky, covering hundred feet.

"Fall!"

Boom!

The chessboard formed by the creek of sword intent fell straight from the sky, tightly imprisoning Wu Chen.

On the chessboard, the 361 intersections suddenly burst with overwhelming sword intent.

"Celestial Origin!"

The sharp sword in Su Changqing’s hand fell onto the Celestial Origin of the chessboard like a chess piece landing, illuminating the Creek Pan.

The overwhelming sword intent from 361 intersections converged into a torrent, like a giant wave in the sea, directly crashing into Wu Chen.

"Pffff!"

Combining the ’Chess Realm·Immortal Finger’ chess force with the furious surge of Sword Technique.

This spell, resembling an array or a sword, directly shattered the hundred-foot Buddha behind Wu Chen, causing him to vomit blood and fly backward.

"How is it possible!"

Wu Chen lay in the center of the chessboard formed by streams, looking around in disbelief at the overwhelming sword intent suspended.

Such powerful and cunning spells, were actually created by a mere mortal in one day?

He too had created several strong secret skills within the Ten Thousand Laws space.

But now, he hadn’t even had the chance to display them, being defeated by the opponent’s overwhelming power, utterly powerless.

Though he created many secret skills, this strange sword technique exceeded the level of his created spells by more than one tier.

"Want to continue?"

Su Changqing pointed his sword at Wu Chen, calmly asking.

Wu Chen’s expression changed, and after a moment, he clasped his hands together and laughed bitterly, "Master is highly skilled, this humble monk concedes."

Su Changqing waved his hand, dissipating the large swordboard upon hearing this.

But at this very moment!

Wu Chen, who just lowered his gaze, suddenly flickered with cold light in his eyes.

He stomped heavily, and a rich Buddha light gathered in his hand, quickly condensing a heavy Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle.

In an instant, Wu Chen arrived in front of Su Changqing, raising the Demon-Subduing Pestle high, his Buddha light soaring, and shouted angrily,

"Die!"

The Demon-Subduing Pestle, filled with screeching winds, bloomed with endless Buddha light, directly aiming at Su Changqing’s head.

Wu Chen’s face showed joy upon seeing this.

But at this time, Su Changqing casually raised his eyes, surprisingly calm and unperturbed.

With his fingers pinching a Buddha imprint, placed in front of his chest, he gently chanted,

"Lotus Bloom."

Boom!

At the moment when the Demon-Subduing Pestle fell, Su Changqing’s body also emitted brilliant Buddha light.

A holy white lotus appeared above his head, suddenly blooming, releasing strands of divine light, securely shielding Su Changqing.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle fell on the white lotus, creating a huge rumble, but couldn’t even make it waver.

Su Changqing looked at Wu Chen, whose face was full of shock and disorientation, and laughed softly:

"Coincidentally, I know the Buddha Technique too."