Chapter 160: Chapter 160: The Four Sword Gods Slay the Joyful Buddha Chapter 160: Chapter 160: The Four Sword Gods Slay the Joyful Buddha It is said that Ying Zheng was locked in battle with Dingguang Happy Buddha, while Shen Gongbao and Ma Yuan Venerable Buddha were also engaged in an intense fight.

Buddha’s light filled the sky and sword qi crisscrossed, while Venerable No Void Buddha, having attained enlightenment, just stood by watching the excitement, not lifting a finger.

After a while, more than a hundred Daluo Golden Immortals ascended into the void. It was then that Venerable No Void Buddha stepped forward, blocking their path, and raised a Demon-Subduing Pestle. Was he truly planning to stop these hundred-plus Daluo Golden Immortals alone? Seeing the mysterious runes circulating on the Demon-Subduing Pestle and the sacred aura overflowing from it, it seemed likely that Amitabha Buddha had helped in its refinement!

Meanwhile, Dingguang Happy Buddha severely struck his wooden fish, the Buddhist chant reverberating through the Ninefold Heavens, causing anyone who heard it to fall into a trance. Ying Zheng, at the moment of executing his “Azure Dragon Plays in the Water” sword technique, heard this Buddhist chant and was suddenly startled, his movements slowing and his sword form pausing. Dingguang Happy Buddha then raised a Maitreya Palm and struck Ying Zheng’s chest, sending him flying backward, with countless ribs broken and blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

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Four intense sounds pierced the air, the noise of sharp weapons ripping through the void. Dingguang Happy Buddha heard them clearly and saw four beams of sword light descending from the sky, fast beyond measure, tearing rifts in the void itself! He was shocked, realizing this might be the four Sword Gods who had shattered the Buddha Country Great Formation alongside Sun Wukong during the fight against the five Great Ming Kings. Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, and Yan Shisan: these four represented the pinnacle of the Sword Dao.

“A sword from the west!” Ximen Chuixue sighed softly, his wrist flicking as sword qi suddenly erupted, condensing into a sword aura in the blink of an eye, showcasing his incredible talent.

This sword represented the ultimate in Sword Dao, fast beyond comparison. Unavoidable and inescapable, it seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space. When Dingguang Happy Buddha saw the sword aura shooting towards his throat, he felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, his scalp numbing, and cold sweat the size of beans breaking out on his back. The world seemed to lose its color except for that beam of sword light, which seemed incredibly slow, yet he discovered that his own movements were hundreds, if not thousands of times slower than the sword light.

The sword was not slow but quick to the extreme, hundreds to thousands of times faster than Dingguang Happy Buddha’s own movements!

Ximen Chuixue’s cultivation was precisely this pinnacle of the Sword Dao, using extreme speed to overpower all other techniques.

“Such a swift sword! How incredibly fast!” Dingguang Happy Buddha inwardly cried, thankful that he had already raised his wooden fish. Otherwise, he might not have had the chance to deploy his magical treasure before his throat was slit.

The wooden fish radiated a layer of golden light, and as Ximen Chuixue’s sword fell upon it, it was as if it had met high-grade steel. The sword aura failed to cut through, instead sparking hundreds of fiery sparks, each as large as a bowl, quite terrifying to behold!

Before Dingguang Happy Buddha could catch his breath, thirteen more bizarre sword auras dropped down!

These thirteen sword auras perfectly covered the layer of golden light emanating from the wooden fish. If not for his timely response, these thirteen sword auras would have already trapped Dingguang Happy Buddha in the center, unable to escape. Even now, he was bound in place, forced to muster all his strength to ward off with his magical treasure.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The thirteen sword auras struck down, producing a series of sounds like iron-forging, both pleasant and crisp to the ear.

Yan Shisan’s eyes grew cold as he twisted his sword technique and shouted, “Fourteenth, fifteenth sword!”

The deadliest were not the dreaded thirteen swords but rather the fourteenth and fifteenth swords that followed, which were so cruel that Yan Shisan believed they should not exist in this world. Therefore, he had never used them until the battle against the five Great Ming Kings at Emerald Cloud Peak. It taught him that when one must be cruel, they should be, for only ruthlessness can conquer ruthlessness!

The fourteenth and fifteenth swords seemed to come from everywhere, suddenly appearing and carrying sword auras far surpassing the previous thirteen swords in power. With Yan Shisan’s sword techniques guiding them, the fourteenth and fifteenth swords descended and hit the layer of golden light, resulting in a “crack” sound as a faint crack formed!

“How could this be? This is a magical treasure given to me by Amitabha Buddha, how could it be cracked by a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal?” Dingguang Happy Buddha exclaimed, his voice tinged with fear.

“Because we, who cultivate it, practice the ultimate in Sword Dao. Those who master this Sword Dao, nothing can withstand them!” Ximen Chuixue said lightly.

In the midst of this conversation, Ye Gucheng approached with his sword.

Ye Gucheng seemed almost one with his sword as he moved in parallel to the void, thrusting forward as if an ancient Sword Immortal had descended to dispatch his enemy from miles away in an instant!

Ye Gucheng’s deadliest sword was called the Celestial Flying Immortal, capturing the ethereal essence of an ancient Sword Immortal descending to the mortal realm, beheading foes from millions of miles away.

As the sword fell, it was as if a cotton fluff had landed, seemingly lacking any force yet landing upon the golden light.

“Crack!”

Another crisp sound, and another fine crack appeared on the golden light.

Xie Xiaofeng was not about to give Dingguang Happy Buddha any chance. His sword was neither flashy nor particularly fast, nor was it ethereal, but it held a unique essence – heaviness. It felt as heavy as heaven and earth, like Wukong raising the Great Mountains and Rivers Seal, bearing the weighty sense of a nation’s lifeforce. This heavy essence seemed capable of collapsing the ancient heavens.

“Break!” Xie Xiaofeng uttered softly, his voice thunderous like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing the surroundings to buzz loudly.

This sword fell neither swiftly nor slowly, without flourish, but it conveyed an inevitability that one could do nothing but stand and accept the falling blade.

“Boom boom boom!” The sword crushed through the void, erupting with thunderous roars as sword aura burst forth from the blade’s edge, then landed on those two faint cracks! A breach had already been made here, and it was naturally a hundred times easier to break open. He couldn’t help but feel secretly astonished in his heart, realizing that Ye Gucheng and Yan Shisan’s swordsmanship was this fearsome. It seemed his own recent advancement in cultivation level was still not enough.

“Clang!” The sword struck down with a crisp sound, as if shattering a glazed lamp; the golden light broke, revealing Dingguang’s shocked face. Too late to dodge, he was sliced by the sword aura, losing an arm, and then Ximen Chuixue suddenly made his move. This time, Dingguang could not evade; the sword light, traversing time and space, landed on his throat. The sword qi penetrated straight into the Niwan Palace, shattered the sea of consciousness, extinguished the Primordial Spirit, and he released a wisp of True Spirit, heading towards the Deification Platform.

Ximen Chuixue’s sword was stained with blood, which he gently blew away. What he blew was not snow, but blood, and loneliness.

Though this battle seemed long, it happened in the blink of an eye! It’s imaginable that when the four Sword Masters used their most powerful moves, it must have been extremely fast and sharp. Even Ma Yuan and No Sky Achieved Buddha, who were standing by, couldn’t see clearly when Dingguang suddenly fell.

Now Dingguang was dead, and without the Primordial Spirit to control his body, he transformed into a rabbit. For Dingguang was originally the Long-eared Immortal, whose true form was a rabbit.

No Sky Achieved Buddha was furious, exclaiming, “You dare to kill a Buddha!” The three of them had descended the mountain by the decree of Amitabha Buddha, and now, before even capturing Water Curtain Cave, they had lost Dingguang. He feared punishment from Amitabha Buddha upon their return, so how could his heart not be filled with anger?

The Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand shone brightly, avoiding the more than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals nearby. With an angry roar, he swung it down fiercely! “Omm rumble!” It was like a giant wheel crushing the void, producing a rolling sound, akin to thunder and frequent battle drums – a spectacular sound of thunder that made people’s ears deaf, causing stars to appear before their eyes.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle, thousands of feet in both thickness and length, swept down, causing the more than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals to fall from the void. Even those who were merely grazed felt a violent surge of blood in their chests, causing great distress! Such is the advantage of a Sect Founder!

These Daluo Golden Immortals were not like Wukong, who took a unique path, empowered by the Three Thousand Great Paths to enhance their battle strength and even cross realms to issue challenges. These immortals did not possess such opportunities, so when facing a Sect Founder-level individual, they could typically only form a formation or use powerful Magical Treasures to confront the enemy. Otherwise, they could only face defeat.

Ma Yuan saw the four Sword Masters strike, killing Dingguang in an instant. He did not dare act carelessly and retreated after deploying a deadly move to push back Shen Gongbao, then joined No Sky Achieved Buddha.

No Sky Achieved Buddha’s eyes were wide with anger as he wielded the Demon-Subduing Pestle, exhibiting a fierce demeanor befitting a Demon-Subduing Vajra.

The Daluo Golden Immortals formed a formation called the Heavenly Constellation Earthly Fiends Great Formation, consisting precisely of one hundred and eight individuals.

No Sky Achieved Buddha kept hammering down with the Vajra Pestle, and the Daluo Golden Immortals began to counterattack. All kinds of marvelous techniques emerged from the formation, and various powerful Magical Treasures also flew out! In no time, the void was filled with Flying Swords, axes, halberds, Steel Knives… and other Magical Treasures. Their colorful radiance blinded onlookers, and the collisions sounded like thunder, deafening all who heard.

“These people have formed a powerful formation. If we were to confront them head-on, even my Sect Founder-level cultivation might not hold up! But once they form a formation, their movements are restricted. Then I shall attack Water Curtain Cave!” No Sky Achieved Buddha clearly understood the situation without panic.

Ma Yuan held aloft the Maitreya Sutra to protect his head, enveloping the two of them in Buddha’s Light.

No Sky Achieved Buddha said, “Let’s destroy Water Curtain Cave first. Without their foundation, let’s see how these demons jump around!”

Ma Yuan agreed, “Good, we must avenge Dingguang!”

The two employed their Escape Techniques to retreat, then made a turn, bypassing the Heavenly Constellation Earthly Fiends Great Formation, and headed toward Water Curtain Cave.

“Not good, they’re attacking Water Curtain Cave to destroy our foundation!” Ying Zheng shouted, ignoring his injuries and chasing after them with an Escape Technique.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out twelve bronze warriors, landing right in front of the two Buddhas.

These bronze figures were exceptionally sturdy. When they fought up close, they managed to trouble the two Buddhas considerably, and it seemed they would need some time to get rid of the twelve bronze figures.

The twelve bronze figures were cast from the metals gathered by Ying Zheng from all over the world in ancient times, later refined into his Magical Treasure, and their power was unquestionably formidable.

As for who will prevail, please stay tuned for the next installment. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your vote for a recommendation, monthly ticket, and show your support, which is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)