The Hao Sect brought news that the Thunder Buddha Temple, led by the Thunder Buddha Lord, had departed from Kangding. They had come right to the doorstep of the land of A'an, where the Hua Family Clinic was located.
The Tang Family Head, who could be said to be the main pillar against the Thunder Buddha Temple, felt psychological pressure. The only fortunate thing was that the reinforcements from the Qingcheng Sect had arrived just in time.
To his surprise, the head of the Qingcheng Sect had come himself, leading four elders and a hundred first-generation disciples.
This was a force that the Tang Family Head, who had thought it would be more than enough if just two elders were sent, had not expected at all.
"This brat kept pestering me, saying that the Sichuan martial world should be protected by the Sichuan martial artists together, so this old man had no choice but to come. Even though I'm old, I won't be a hindrance, so don't give me any side-eye."
"What are you saying, thank you so much. The words of the young sect master, that the Sichuan martial world should be protected by the Sichuan martial artists together, touches my heart. After this is over, I must help the children create a new Sichuan martial world."
The Tang Family Head treated him with extreme courtesy.
Although he had no contact with Qingcheng, he was well aware of the gentle nature of the Qingcheng Sect Head. Although the Tang Family Head was also the head of a sect, the standing (a kind of ranking) of the Qingcheng Sect Head in the world of martial arts was higher, and he was sincerely impressed by the decision to bring a large number of Qingcheng's first-generation disciples to a battle that would inevitably involve considerable bloodshed.
Having heard from Tang Xiulian that the young rising stars of the Sichuan martial world were trying to unite around the Qingcheng Sect's young sect master, Xue Gongdao, the Tang Family Head's face was full of pride as he glanced at Xue Gongdao.
"If we want to prevent the land of A'an from being swept up in the fight, we'll have to go out to meet them, right?"
"Will you be alright? You've just arrived."
"It's fine. On the way, the Hao Sect informed us of the location of the Thunder Buddha Temple at every moment, so we adjusted our speed. Let's just catch our breath for about half an hour and then depart."
"Ah, so you did. Well done. Sect Head, this is the new head of the clinic. Hua Family Head, please greet him, he is the head of the Qingcheng Sect."
"I am Hua Sochen. I heard it's a dangerous fight, thank you for coming like this."
Hua Sochen greeted him.
It was a look that was neither excessive nor lacking, just felt modest.
At that sight, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Qingcheng Sect Head.
"If this old man gets hurt by any chance, please take good care of me."
"I hope that doesn't happen, but if anyone gets hurt, we will mobilize all the resources of our family."
"Thank you. I feel reassured."
"It is our family that should be grateful. Please go to the guest hall. I have prepared warm Zixin tea, which raises the body's heat, as they say the blood must be hot when facing a fight."
"Oh, you've prepared that precious Zixin tea?"
"Zixin tea can be obtained again, but a life once lost can never be regained anywhere. I just hope it ends without any sacrifices."
"It must."
The head of the Qingcheng Sect nodded his head greatly.
He had heard from his disciples that the young sect master, Xue Gongdao, had his heart set on the head of the Hua Family Clinic, so he was very pleased with Hua Sochen's intelligence and modesty.
"Please come in."
At the guidance of the Tang Family Head, the head of the Qingcheng Sect willingly headed to the guest hall.
But it was at this time.
Yuexiang came running with a hardened face.
"Ah, this person is from the Hao Sect...!"
"I don't think it's the time to exchange greetings."
When the Tang Family Head tried to introduce him to the Qingcheng Sect Head, Yuexiang cut him off at once.
When everyone looked at her with a puzzled expression, Yuexiang said with an urgent face.
"They say there is someone who is blocking the Thunder Buddha Temple alone."
"......!"
"......?"
While a look of bewilderment swept over them, Yuexiang continued.
"They say it is a young hero who is only in his teens."
"...Don't tell me it's Myung?"
"I think so."
Yuexiang also knew about the existence of Banjeok Myeong.
She had heard about the existence of Banjeok Myeong from the Meat Monk and others when the plan to pressure the Tang Family Head by kidnapping Tang Xiulian had failed.
The Tang Family Head hurriedly looked back at the Qingcheng Sect Head.
"Sect Head, I have to go quickly."
"What on earth is going on? A young hero is blocking the Thunder Buddha Temple alone?"
"I'm sorry. Time is short, so please hear about that child from the Hua Family Head. Let's go!"
The Tang Family Head, along with Yuexiang, used his lightness skill and disappeared outside the walls of the Tang family.
"Hua Family Head."
The Qingcheng Sect Head looked back at Hua Sochen.
But he could not ask. Because Hua Sochen's face was hardened white with anxiety and worry.
It was at this time.
"The person who just left is the Tang Family Head?"
"That's right."
It was definitely a familiar voice.
When Hua Sochen turned around, she saw two people coming over the main gate of the clinic.
They were the One Sword Three Sabers Bai Choliang and the Jade Hand Ice Person Mei Yushang.
"Hua Family Head, have you been well? Oh my, isn't that the Qingcheng Sect Head!"
Bai Choliang, who was happily greeting Hua Sochen, discovered the Qingcheng Sect Head and came running with short steps.
But before he could greet him, Hua Sochen suddenly approached and blocked his path, then took Mei Yushang's hand.
"Please. Please take me there."
***
One Lord, Two Buddhas.
It was a term referring to the abbot of the Thunder Buddha Temple, the Thunder Buddha Lord, and below him, the Mara Thunder Buddha and the Ma'ai Blood Buddha.
The Mara Thunder Buddha was killed by Banjeok Myeong.
It was something that had happened while chasing the Black Night God, Bai Choliang, and Mei Yushang. So the top masters of the Thunder Buddha Temple were the One Lord, the Thunder Buddha Lord, and the One Buddha, the Ma'ai Blood Buddha.
If the Heavenly Palace Thunder Lightning Strong Qi of the Mara Thunder Buddha was the most powerful lightning qi that a human could create, then the Blood Lightning Strong Qi of the Ma'ai Blood Buddha was the most bizarre lightning art that a human could create.
As the Ma'ai Blood Buddha stretched out his hand towards the rushing Banjeok Myeong, a crimson mist swept in and completely covered Banjeok Myeong and a certain space.
The mist of blood. The mist created by the blood of the Ma'ai Blood Buddha.
Banjeok Myeong did not stop.
He didn't care about the blood-red mist.
But.
Crash! Crash! Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash!
A thunderous roar swept through the mist of blood.
Like lightning striking in a dark cloud that brings a storm.
The lightning qi that exploded in the mist of blood bombarded Banjeok Myeong's body.
When the breathless bombardment of lightning qi ended and the mist of blood subsided, Banjeok Myeong was visible.
Looking at his tattered clothes, he looked like he had been greatly disgraced. But his burning eyes and his body, which looked as if it had been carved from jade, were as fine as they were at first.
"......!"
The moment the Ma'ai Blood Buddha's eyes widened, Banjeok Myeong kicked the ground again.
At the rapidly narrowing distance, the Ma'ai Blood Buddha held out his two hands.
A crimson mist of blood swept in in layers and covered the entire front area in red.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash, crash, crash, crash, crash!
A bombardment of lightning qi that exploded like crazy.
But before the bombardment of lightning qi could end, Banjeok Myeong broke through the mist of blood.
Thwack!
A fist full of the Immortal Demonic Aura.
It was too strong for a human body to handle.
The Ma'ai Blood Buddha's face was crushed, and he lost consciousness in one go and flew away.
"You are a seed of the devil! Om mani padme hum!"
The wrinkled Thunder Buddha Lord let out a roar that shook the field.
Then, the blood monks, whose numbers exceeded two hundred, rushed towards Banjeok Myeong like a wave, their robes fluttering.
"Om mani padme hum!"
"Om mani padme hum!"
The blood monks, who were chanting the six-syllable mantra and charging towards Banjeok Myeong.
From their hands, a red lightning qi burst out, from their hands, a crescent moon-shaped weapon flew, and from their hands, a blood club that beat the body was swung.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
It began with dozens of crescent moon-shaped weapons being sent flying.
With his upper body hunched, his two feet stepped one step to the left and right, and forward and backward, and each time, Banjeok Myeong's fist stretched out in a straight line.
The blood monks, who had rushed in like an angry wave, were hit in the face and chest and flew away like split firewood.
There were no exceptions.
The one who swung the blood club flew away with the blood club, and the one who emitted the red lightning qi flew away, spewing a redder blood.
A quarter of an hour!
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Before that time was even over, the blood monks, whose numbers exceeded two hundred, were scattered on the field.
All of them! Without a single exception!
"Halt!"
The Thunder Buddha Lord let out a stern roar and stood up from his palanquin.
He glared at Banjeok Myeong with his sharp eyes.
"You are a seed of the devil! I will burn your sins, and I will banish your existence from the chain of reincarnation! Om mani padme hum!"
The Thunder Buddha Lord put his palms together.
A white energy began to condense between his clasped hands.
The two hands that were gradually separating.
The white energy that grew as the distance widened.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!
In a moment, the white lightning qi took the form of a sphere.
The Immortal Thunder Extreme!
The supreme immortal lightning art that burns everything and annihilates everything.
At this time, Banjeok Myeong was rushing in a straight line.
The Thunder Buddha Lord stretched out his two hands with an extremely gentle movement.
Towards Banjeok Myeong, who was stretching out his fist.
Thwack!
The space exploded as if the heavens and the earth were being created anew. And Banjeok Myeong flew dozens of feet. He fell among the blood monks he had defeated.
But Banjeok Myeong soon shot up.
His eyes, which were burning with fighting spirit, were unchanged.
What he had learned from the Fighting Demon, Ban Nahan, was not just the Hundred Strikes Art.
An unyielding fighting spirit.
A fierce attack-oriented approach.
Banjeok Myeong charged again.
His two eyes were glaring at the Thunder Buddha Lord, and his two fists were full of the Immortal Demonic Aura.
"Om mani padme hum!"
The Thunder Buddha Lord unleashed the Immortal Thunder Extreme again.
The Immortal Thunder Extreme, which flew, cutting through the air.
Banjeok Myeong, who was rushing in a straight line.
It was just before they clashed again.
Banjeok Myeong kicked the ground and leaped.
The Immortal Thunder Extreme brushed past under Banjeok Myeong's feet.
But what was on the Thunder Buddha Lord's lips was a smile.
"Cunning is the monopoly of the devil!"
Before his mutter could end, the Immortal Thunder Extreme shot up into the air and flew towards Banjeok Myeong's back.
Telekinesis? As-you-will strong qi?
Whatever it was, it was clear that it would not miss Banjeok Myeong.
But Banjeok Myeong did not even look back.
He, who had leaped into the air, rushed towards the Thunder Buddha Lord. But the Immortal Thunder Extreme was faster.
Thwack!
A roar like the primordial thunderclap burst out.
But that shock, the tremendous shock that had hit his back squarely, brought Banjeok Myeong to the Thunder Buddha Lord.
At an unavoidable speed.
Thwack!
The Thunder Buddha Lord, who was hit squarely in the face.
His old body went stiff and fell back.
Banjeok Myeong was kneeling on one knee in front of the Thunder Buddha Lord, who was scattered on the ground.
Crack! Crack! Crack, crack, crack, crack!
The sound of his spine and ribs finding their places was heard from his body.
The destructive power of the Immortal Thunder Extreme was so great that it twisted the bones of his whole body every time he was hit.
He didn't know what would happen if he was hit one or two more times.
Banjeok Myeong had realized that fact at the first blow and had forced the adventure.
He had realized it in the fight with the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky.
To an absolute master, things like speed and destructive power were all useless.
There was only one thing that was important.
Who would deliver the fatal blow first.
Only that would decide the victory or defeat.
He didn't know what kind of martial arts the Immortal Divine Demon had learned to become the fear of the world. The martial arts he had learned might have been something that made the Immortal Demonic Aura even more powerful.
But Banjeok Myeong only had the Hundred Strikes Art.
The Hundred Strikes Art and the Immortal Demonic Aura.
He had to face the Six Orthodox Heavens in a different way from the Immortal Divine Demon.
"Come out!"
Banjeok Myeong shouted as he stood up from his seat.
Then, a person flew from a nearby forest, his clothes fluttering.
Banjeok Myeong turned towards him.
It was the Black Night God.
The Black Night God was looking at him with cold eyes full of surprise.
"It was you."
"That's right. It was me."
Banjeok Myeong, who admitted it readily.
The Black Night God clenched his teeth.
"Why? What on earth is your identity...!"
"That person's identity is more important than mine."
"What?"
"That person known as the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky. Do you know what that person's identity is?"
"......!"
"A person who must die! That person was a person who had to die by my hands."
"What is this...!"
The Black Night God could not speak.
Because Banjeok Myeong looked different.
It was not the face that smiled well and looked calm when he wasn't smiling, like at the Hua Family Clinic.
A killing intent that seemed it would explode at any moment.
A coldness that was suppressing a ferocious killing intent.
At this moment, to the Black Night God, he looked like a seed of the devil, just as the Thunder Buddha Lord had said.
"......!"
When Banjeok Myeong looked like a seed of the devil, he felt that he himself was in danger.
"Did you... did you move alone to lure me?"
The Black Night God began to step back.
"To silence me...!"
"Do you kill people just to keep them quiet?"
"......!"
At Banjeok Myeong's question, the Black Night God could not answer.
The culprit who had killed the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky.
He himself, who knew that fact.
It was more than enough reason to die.
"You're the same."
"What?"
"You think you can kill people to hide something."
"......!"
"The orthodox! The orthodox faction! The people who are the sky of that side!"
Banjeok Myeong, who was enraged just by thinking of the Six Orthodox Heavens.
It was when he was forcibly suppressing his anger, not wanting to vent it on the wrong person.
"Wh-what is all this...!"
With a voice full of bewilderment, the Tang Family Head, Tang Huazhong, arrived.
Along with the Hao Sect Sichuan branch head, Yuexiang.
And in the distance, a few more people were visible.
The head and elders of the Qingcheng Sect, Xue Gongdao, and the One Sword Three Sabers Bai Choliang and the Jade Hand Ice Person Mei Yushang.
And even Hua Sochen, who was half-hugging Mei Yushang.
(End of Chapter)