Chapter 441: The Buddhist Gold Alms Bowl! The Purity Glazed Bottle! Immortal Duel, Collateral Devastation!

Before Zhang Wei’s words had even faded, a thunderous roar split the heavens.

The Arhat Dharma form blazed with brilliant golden light, the fiery wheel behind his head roaring like a burning sun. Twin flames ignited in his eyes, looking like pure, molten gold.

“You must have a death wish!” His voice boomed like a temple bell, shaking heaven and earth. A colossal golden palm descended from above, its oppressive might enough to make one’s heart seize in terror.

The surrounding cultivators hurriedly retreated, faces stricken with fear. Such overwhelming power was no weaker than that of the ancient forbidden beings they’d witnessed before.

“Senior Cao! Hit him!”

Zhang Wei, true to form, immediately activated his escape technique and vanished a good distance away, but not before shouting his words of moral support.

The giant golden hand fell from the sky like molten gold, its aura locked tightly onto Li Yanchu.

Li Yanchu looked up, and a faintly dazed expression crossed his face as the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

This move... looks kind of familiar.

Then...

Boom

!

A tide of blood and qi erupted from his body, rising into the heavens like a blazing war flag. Fiery red light engulfed him entirely, his qi and blood surging like a roaring inferno. He stepped forward and threw a punch, which was simple, clean, without any flourish, yet carrying a terrifying, world-shaking force.

Behind him, two immense phantoms appeared: one radiated the will of the Martial Dao. The other pulsed with Divine Dao’s power. Their faces were obscured, but their auras were vast and dominating, and as Li Yanchu’s fist struck out, both phantoms mirrored his movement.

Boom!!!

A surge of crimson energy shot straight into the sky. The colossal golden palm, seemingly cast of pure molten gold, shattered instantly! At first, it cracked bit by bit, webbed with countless fractures, and in the very next breath, it was completely annihilated by that crimson torrent. At the same time, the domineering and aloof Arhat Dharma form lost an entire arm.

The instant their powers collided, he’d felt that ferocious, overbearing will behind the punch, and instinctively twisted his body, barely dodging aside. Now, shock and fury both flickered in his eyes.

He realized that he’d actually flinched for a moment. For someone as proud and tyrannical as this mysterious Buddhist cultivator, that tiny act of retreat made his face flush slightly with shame. But if he hadn’t moved, that one punch might’ve blown him to pieces.

Who could have imagined... that a young Daoist could unleash such a terrifying fist!?

“You, what are you exactly? A martial cultivator or a Daoist!?” the Arhat roared furiously.

Li Yanchu paused for a brief second, genuinely caught off guard; he hadn’t expected the Arhat to care about

that

question right now.

Then...

Clang

! The Jiaoslayer leapt from its sheath.

A dazzling arc of blade light tore through the air, slicing straight toward the Arhat in the sky. The Arhat struck back instantly, unleashing the Buddhist Hellbane Fist Seal.

Boom!

But the blade light split through the fist seal like paper, continuing its deadly descent toward him.

Just then, a flash of alarm crossed the Arhat’s face. He activated his Divine Foot Arts and vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing several dozen zhang away.

It was a supreme Buddhist movement art. When performed by an Arhat Dharma form, it rendered him virtually untouchable, as he could appear and disappear like a ghost.

But suddenly, a sharp, slicing

whoosh

tore through the air behind him. Another streak of blade light came crashing down!

The Arhat reacted instantly, once again vanishing through Divine Foot Arts.

Boom! Boom!

The watching cultivators were utterly stunned that a young Daoist was actually chasing down a Arhat Dharma form with his blade!

Their figures flickered in and out of existence, vanishing and reappearing across the sky. Each time the Arhat emerged, that relentless, tyrannical blade light would come slashing right after him as swift as lightning, fierce as a storm!

The onlookers exchanged incredulous glances.

“Is that the Daoist immortal art, the Teleportation Art? Or perhaps Speed Art?” a fat monk exclaimed in shock.

The scruffy old Daoist furrowed his brows, completely dumbfounded as he suddenly felt that a lifetime of cultivation had all been in vain.

A young Daoist... with such profound techniques!?

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The Arhat Dharma form roared in fury, thrusting out a palm. A golden palm print slammed into the saber light with a thunderous

boom

, and he used the impact to retreat several steps.

He had underestimated his opponent earlier, so he hadn’t even bothered to use a Buddhist artifact, and now this young Daoist’s relentless blade had forced him into a corner.

Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a gold alms bowl, and with a single motion, let its inner light flare. A brilliant beam of Buddha’s radiance burst forth!

Boom!

A layer of qi shield surged before Li Yanchu’s body, forcibly blocking the golden light. But when he saw that his defensive barrier had already dropped to just two layers, Li Yanchu raised an eyebrow slightly. That golden light carried some serious power.

“You petty wretch, you think yourself worthy to contest strength with

me

!?” The Arhat’s tone grew cold again, his domineering aura surging back with full force.

He lifted the gold alms bowl once more, and another beam of golden radiance shot forth. Then, Li Yanchu flipped his palm, and the Eight Trigrams Mirror appeared, unleashing a divine beam of its own. The two lights collided midair, and an enormous halo of gold and silver-white rippled outward in every direction!

Several cultivators who had been injured earlier during the struggle for the alchemy furnace were instantly blinded by a wash of blinding white. They felt their very souls seared by some scorching divine power, letting out startled cries as they staggered backward in terror.

“Goddamn it, this really is a battle between immortals, and we innocent bystanders are getting caught in the crossfire!”

“These youngsters these days are

too

damn ferocious!”

The cultivators cursed under their breath, retreating even farther.

Meanwhile, the Arhat Dharma form himself was secretly shaken. That gold alms bowl was a Buddhist relic consecrated by the high monks of Great Xiangguo Temple, bathed in centuries of Dharma and capable of suppressing demons and spirits. Yet, it was somehow being faintly

restrained

by the Eight Trigrams Mirror!

However, a cold smile slowly crept onto his face.

“Then let me show you,” he said icily, “the difference between a common cultivator... and me.”

Artifacts? He never lacked them. Blessed with extraordinary fortune and backed by immense power, the weapons he carried could flatten mountains, he just simply hadn’t bothered to use them before.

This time, he drew out a bottle carved of creamy white jade, its surface shining with divine brilliance. It was the Purity Glazed Bottle, a Buddhist treasure of the highest order!

As the Arhat Dharma form channeled his spiritual power into it, a tremendous suction force erupted forth, enveloping the entire sky.

Even with Li Yanchu’s monstrous physical strength and the protection of Daoist talismanic armor, he could barely withstand the pull, and his body trembled slightly under the crushing force!

“This is... the Purity Glazed Bottle!?” The fat monk gasped in disbelief.

He looked at the Arhat Dharma form with a mix of awe and fear.

Who in the world is this man!?

A hidden grandmaster of the Buddhist sects?

No... that couldn’t be. A cultivator of the third realm couldn’t possibly enter this Blissful Land. Almost instantly, the fat monk, whose own origins were shrouded in mystery, fell deep into thought.

Meanwhile, Li Yanchu realized that he couldn’t resist this terrifying suction force at all. In that moment, he also found himself unable to move or strike back; if this were a game, he’d basically been hit with hard crowd control[1].

The next instant, he activated his Transference Technique. With a soft hum, the immense suction was suddenly redirected, and a massive tree, thick enough for two men to encircle, vanished into thin air.

“Huh?”

“What just happened!?”

“Wait, where the hell did that ancient tree go!?”

The surrounding cultivators murmured in confusion.

Meanwhile, the Arhat Dharma form’s face darkened. Golden flames flickered in his eyes; he saw it clearly. That young Daoist had redirected the suction from his Purity Glazed Bottle, completely evading its pull!

He poured more power into the artifact, his internal power draining rapidly, but in the very next moment, he suddenly felt his hand go empty. The Purity Glazed Bottle... had somehow slipped from his grasp!

Li Yanchu had summoned the Radiant Gem Ruler, and immediately followed with a Telekinetic Retrieval spell. One smooth, seamless motion later, the Purity Glazed Bottle landed neatly in his hand!

“You bastard, give me back my bottle!” the Arhat Dharma form roared, completely losing his composure, and not a shred of a disciple of Shakyamuni’s grace remained.

Li Yanchu, however, only laughed aloud. Although things had been a bit dangerous just now, he had successfully tricked that mysterious Arhat Dharma form into revealing one of his most powerful artifacts.

Then, Li Yanchu waved his hand, grabbed hold of the ancient alchemical furnace, and once again hurled it forward with terrifying force!

“You shouldn’t take all the losses yourself!”

1. In gaming, crowd control (CC) refers to abilities that temporarily restrict or alter an opponent's actions, movements, or abilities. It can be total (preventing all action, like stuns) or partial (limiting actions, like slows) and is used to manage enemies, create advantages in combat, and control the outcome of a fight. ☜