Chapter 2280 - I’ll Take Your Head Within Nine Snaps of the Fingers

The peak of Frigid Pool Mountain.

All eyes converged on the dome of heaven.

There, the skies were swathed in glittering golden Buddhist Light for thirty thousand miles!

This was a forbidden zone manifested of the Buddhist Kingdom in the Sleeve. It was completely separated from the outside world. Everything inside it was entirely under Hui Jin’s control!

It was just that outsiders couldn’t see anything that went on inside.

“Even a fellow Six-Tribulation Master God would be doomed if he fell into Martial Uncle Hui Jin’s Buddhist Kingdom in the Sleeve, let alone that little wretch!” Abbot Fa Zhen said coldly. He spoke with firm conviction, his voice tinged with fury.

“Actually, I’d hate to see him die so easily. We’ve got to figure out where he came from first. Better to capture him, then torture him endlessly, wracked by ceaseless torment for all eternity!” said the Skywalking Monk, Mo Ye.

All of them had watched Su Yi cut Fa Heng down in a single strike. It shocked and provoked everyone in Cloudy Heights Temple.

All of them were reassured to see Su Yi trapped now.

Meanwhile, the onlookers still watched on nervously.

“Xinlan, is Ye Mu... really going to die?” Bao Yun transmitted to Zhong Xinlan.

After watching “Ye Mu” kill Master God Fa Heng, Bao Yun realized that she’d wildly misjudged him.

The thought of how she’d repeatedly insulted and accused him, and even warned him that he couldn’t compare with the divine children, filled Bao Yun with incomparable shame and unease.

“I... I don’t know either,” Zhong Xinlan said in a daze. Not even she realized how nervous, uncertain, and uneasy she was.

She couldn’t help but recall all of her interactions with Ye Mu on their way here. An indescribable sadness washed over her, filling her chest. She felt stifled and frantic.

She silently prayed,

Fellow Daoist Ye... No, Senior Ye... whatever you do, don’t let anything happen to you!

But it was then that——

Boom!!

The thirty thousand miles of golden Buddhist light overhead all exploded at once. Countless raindrops fell; it was like a resplendent downpour.

The onlookers finally caught a glimpse of Grand High Elder Hui Jin.

But it was just a glimpse, as moments later, Hui Jin crumbled into ash and scattered to the wind.

A deathly silence descended over the crowd. Everyone was overcome with shock, no exceptions.

Hui Jin! He'd been a Six-Tribulation Master God, yet he’d died within the bounds of his own divine ability!?

The same thought rose unbidden to the minds of all who saw this.

The name “Hui Jin” sounds almost like the word for ash. He... really lived up to his name.

There were no words to describe how they were feeling. Just moments prior, everyone had thought that Hui Jin was sure to win!

Who could have imagined that, almost immediately after the battle began, the strongest Master God in Cloudy Heights Temple, the backbone of the entire sect, would die in battle?

Abbot Fa Zhen, the Skywalking Monk, and the other Undying Realm Master Gods were stunned. All of them stood there in a daze, disbelief written all over their faces.

How is this possible!? Even using his killer weapons, how could a Mid-Rank God possibly kill a Six-Tribulation Master God?

Just who is he? And how did he do this?

Meanwhile, Su Yi came back into view amidst the clouds of dust permeating the air.

It was just that the way everyone looked at him had changed dramatically. The crowd looked on with astonishment, terror, dread, and bewilderment...

Only Zhong Xinlan and Bao Yun looked on as if they’d just witnessed a miracle. Their eyes went wide, and their hearts shook.

Their grief at Su Yi’s assumed misfortune gave way to delight. Despite having cultivated for years, they almost lost control of their emotions.

The particularly perceptive noticed that Su Yi now held a monk’s robe and a string of prayer beads. These were Hui Jin’s Undying treasures!

“Bastard!!” Fa Zhen roared in fury, his face ashen. He’d completely lost his temper. “Kill him! You have to kill that bastard to avenge Martial Uncle Hui Jin!”

His voice shook the firmament, but just as he was about to attack, Mo Ye pulled him back.

“Calm down, Abbot!” Mo Ye said gravely. “Allow me. If I’m no match for him either, you ought to run as quickly as possible!”

With that, he leaped into the air and arrived beneath the dome of heaven.

“I said it already. No member of Cloudy Heights Temple will escape,” Su Yi said calmly. He put his trophies away, then looked at Mo Ye. “That goes for you, too.”

The silence was stifled and oppressive.

“Try it, then!” Mo Ye’s steely face was as unmoving as the waters of an ancient well. He raised his hand, and the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing appeared.

Weapon in hand, his imposing presence transformed.

Boom!

Buddhist light manifested a divine dragon that wrapped around him. Countless Sanskrit markings manifested a lotus platform of the natural order.

The Blade of Heaven’s Loathing trembled in his grip, filling the air with a monstrous saber hum. Murderous intent spread out in all directions.

At that moment, the formation covering Frigid Pool Mountain rumbled and boomed, and its power surged into the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing.

The Mystery of Chaos’s power soared at speeds visible to the naked eye! The audience stirred.

Mo Ye was a powerful Five-Tribulation Master God from the Western Paradise Spirit Mountains. Now, he was redirecting the temple’s defensive formation toward his own ends.

“Be careful, Martial Uncle. The boy clearly has some sort of terrifying killer weapon. He could never have killed Martial Uncle Hui Jin otherwise!” warned Fa Zhen.

Everyone had reached that conclusion. After all, a Mid-Rank God had somehow managed to defeat a Six-Tribulation Master God even after getting trapped in a divine art like a Buddhist Kingdom in the Sleeve.

That was so blatantly unreasonable that there was only one possible explanation for it: the Mid-Rank God had some sort of immeasurably terrifying card up his sleeves!

“I understand,” Mo Ye said with a nod.

Su Yi, however, laughed. “Why would I need some sort of hidden weapon to deal with someone like you? I’ll take your head within nine snaps of the fingers!”

The crowd was instantly gobsmacked.

“You’d seriously dare fight me with just your own strength?” Mo Ye’s eyes flashed.

“If I use any external objects, consider it my loss,” Su Yi said calmly.

“Hah!” Mo Ye chuckled, then attacked directly without so much as another wasted word.

Boom!

The dome of heaven shattered as overflowing, indomitable, murderous intent emanated from Mo Ye’s body.

When Mo Ye next took a step forward, the dragon wrapped around him suddenly carried him into the sky, where he shot at Su Yi.

The Blade of Heaven’s Loathing rumbled, and strange, destructive energy fluctuations emanated from its lightless edge.

It had actually sealed the space around Su Yi off completely. He was like a fish encased in ice. He couldn’t move at all, and he certainly couldn't dodge.

Practically simultaneously, Mo Ye swung his saber and attacked. “Die!”

If heaven and earth were a painting, then Su Yi was an unmoving figure depicted within the painting. Mo Ye's attack, meanwhile, was like a masterful swish of the brush intent on erasing Su Yi from the scene!

Heaven, earth, and Su Yi were frozen. Only Mo Ye and the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing were in motion. This strange, unsettling scene left everyone in the audience startled.

A moment later, a heaven-shaking impact rang out.

That frozen scene split in two. Endlessly tyrannical saber qi brought with it supreme destructive power. Everyone felt rending pain in their hearts and minds, and all of them were startled.

Resplendent saber light shone brighter than the blazing sun overhead, stinging the onlookers’ eyes so badly they couldn’t see anything.

Is that guy dead? Even a fellow Five-Tribulation Master God would have perished. How could a Mid-Rank God possibly have survived?

As that current of destructive power swept outward, a calm voice rang out. “So, you’ve yet to truly make that saber your own. Why? Are you holding onto it to give it to your disciple?”

As this voice rang out, the crowd caught an indistinct glimpse of Su Yi standing amidst the collapsing landscape.

His hands were clasped in front of him, the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing trapped between his palms!

Boundless, chaos-like sword intent emanated from his entire body, suppressing and collapsing the skies and firmly suppressing the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing’s power!

Shockingly, Mo Ye couldn’t wrest it from Su Yi’s palms so easily!

The two of them fought, the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing going from a weapon to their battlefield as the two of them vied for control of it.

This unbelievable scene shocked everyone present. A Mid-Rank God had blocked Mo Ye’s saber strike. As if that weren’t unbelievable enough, he’d even suppressed the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing.

Who’d dare to believe such a thing? No, who could dare to even imagine such a thing?

After all, everyone had been certain that Su Yi had borrowed external treasures to kill the Six-Tribulation Hui Jin!

None of them thought that a Limit Realm Mid-Rank God could be strong enough to fight a Six-Tribulation Master God on his own merits. Now, everyone was incomparably astonished to discover that they’d been completely off the mark.

Someone capable of blocking Mo Ye’s saber strike barehanded was naturally capable of killing Hui Jin!

It wasn’t just the onlookers. Mo Ye was astonished, too. His pupils constricted, and waves of astonishment coursed through him.

This is a Mid-Rank God!?

Bang!!!

Suddenly, Su Yi’s sleeves billowed and shook. Mo Ye was forced backward, saber and all.

“Starting now, I’ll be sure to take your head within nine snaps of the fingers!” said Su Yi. As his calm voice rang out, he burst into laughter and took a step forward.

Boom!

Terrifying sword force swept outward, and as Su Yi swung his sleeve, chaos-like sword qi rose into the heavens.

It cleaved through the firmament, collapsing the sky.

Mo Ye poured his strength into the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing and tried to block.

However, within moments, the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing was quivering, and Mo Ye’s entire body shook.

Su Yi, meanwhile, fought with unparalleled valiance and unstoppable momentum. His body blazed like a furnace, and every movement brought with it dense, boundless chaos sword qi.

Boom!

He attacked without the slightest hesitation. Boundless sword qi whooshed forward.

It connected the blue dome of heaven with the yellow springs below!

This strike might have seemed simple, but it was full of endless mysteries impossible to describe in words. All of this lifetime’s attainments in the Dao of the Sword were on full display.

Mo Ye bellowed, his body erupting with endless light, and struck like an enraged Golden Vajra or a world-destroying Buddha as he unleashed the full extent of his saber’s power.

Eight Buddhas, ten temples, and endless auspicious clouds instantly appeared in the sky. The rumbling of thunder filled the air.

When Mo Ye swung his saber, the entirety of this grand phenomenon descended upon Su Yi.

This strike seemed boundless, and it brimmed with endless Buddhist power!

But what really astonished the crowd was that when this unparalleled strike collided with Su Yi’s sword qi, it fell apart, giving way like an avalanche.

All of the grand phenomena overhead exploded. Endless auspicious clouds collapsed and scattered.

The Blade of Heaven’s Loathing shook violently in Mo Ye’s hands, then flew from his grip.

His whole body was sent flying explosively backward. His robes were tattered, and his whole body was stained with blood!