Demonization

He Qichang laughed heartily, Blink lightning, he slashed fiercely at his opponent with his blade.

Xunan neither dodged nor evaded; he pinched his thumb and middle finger together and flicked the blade away just as it was about to strike him—a very gentle movement.

Then a metallic clang was heard, He Qichang's strength was completely neutralized. He also felt a soft, yin force transmitted through the blade, causing his body to uncontrollably veer to the side.

Upon seeing this, Si Ming suddenly recalled a description from a novel he had read in his previous life and blurted out, "The Flower-Picking Finger!"

Upon hearing this, the Xunan Nan looked surprised and turned to Si Ming, saying, "Benefactor, you have excellent eyesight, knowing about our Buddhist School martial arts."

In this world, there is no such saying as "all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin." In addition, the various schools of thought did not treat religions very well, which affected the people under their rule, causing Buddhism to fall into the ranks of third-rate forces. Naturally, their martial arts would not attract any attention. It's like randomly asking someone in China who is a big star in Africa; probably not one out of a hundred people could answer that.

Si Ming was eager to show off and immediately said, "The Flower-Picking Finger originates from 'Buddha holding up a flower, Kāśyapa smiling.' It is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Buddhist School. The Flower-Picking Finger is a soft and powerful external skill, belonging to the category of Yin and soft strength. It can injure the enemy invisibly and is extremely difficult to defend against."

Xunan was even more surprised. "Benefactor, you are very knowledgeable. Even among my Buddhist School disciples, few know the stories behind them. As for the 'Seventy-Two Unique Skills,' I have never heard of them either."

He pondered to himself, "This person knows so much about Buddhist School; could it be that he has a karmic connection with Buddhism?"

Chapter 194 Demonization

"What Kāśyapa's Flower-Picking Finger? Is it about subtle, hidden strength?"

The "unfulfilled desires" of the past few days had caused He Qichang to accumulate a lot of pressure. At this moment, his demeanor was even more manic. He spun the long sword in his hand, and after it circled half of his body, an indescribable dark aura spread out. With a barely perceptible movement, he slashed out with a sword that had disappeared into the gap in his mind.

"Demon Blade? Moon Eclipse!"

Faced with the silent, unseen blade force, Xunan discern the extraordinary nature of this move. His expression turned solemn as he formed a palm with his fingers together, his True Essence surging within him, and a thin layer of golden light faintly emanating from his body. He unleashed a powerful and mighty palm strike.

Mighty Vajra Palm!

The palm strike combined with the internal energy to form a wall of energy that pressed down on him. In terms of Internal Cultivation alone, this monk had reached at least level ten, which was far beyond He Qichang was only at level six, could withstand.

However, the Demon Blade Moon Eclipse Form is extremely strange, a blade of spiritual shadow that cannot be touched by matter or energy, nor can a simple spiritual will resist its penetration; only a precisely restrained spiritual power can produce an effect.

Although the Mighty Vajra Palm was powerful, it was as if it didn't exist in the face of this blade. The shadow blade easily pierced through the qi barrier and cut into Xunan's body. Even his proud Golden Bell Cover Divine Skill was unable to play a role.

With his soul injured, even though Buddhist School emphasizes the cultivation of willpower, Xunan felt a splitting headache, as if his brain had been slashed. His consciousness was in turmoil, uncontrollable, and his thoughts were in complete chaos, making it impossible for him to think.

He Qichang took a step forward and easily dodged the out-of-control Mighty Vajra Palm. Then, seizing the opportunity, he raised his sword and charged forward, unleashing a burst of blade light to kill.

However, although Xunan was unable to think normally, his Golden Bell Cover Body Protection Technique did not need to be deliberately activated; it was activated naturally. When the blade struck his body, it was blocked by a thin layer of golden light. Even after being struck thirty-six times, he was completely unharmed.

"Hmph, Demon Blade? Red Lotus!"

Unable to break through, He Qichang showed no intention of retreating or regrouping. Instead, he intensified his offensive, channeling his True Qi and combining it with his sword force to create a fiery lotus flower that burned fiercely, directing all his attacks towards the same spot.

Suffering a series of attacks, coupled with Xunan mental disorder and lack of time to replenish his Primal Qi, the golden light on his body finally shattered under the fierce blade. However, at the same moment, he regained his senses. Facing the oncoming blade, he retreated rapidly to buy more time. He formed the Lion Seal with one hand, and at the same time, his True Qi surged from his lungs, transforming into a thunderous roar that burst forth.

The Demon-Subduing Lion's Roar!

He Qichang slashed at Xunan's chest with his sword, leaving a scorched bloodstain that looked like it had been kissed by fire. But before the sword energy could penetrate and aggravate the injury, he was hit by a roar. A violent sound wave carrying the power to subdue demons came crashing down on him. It was as if he had been hit by a bronze bell. He was thrown backward, his strength scattered and scattered by the roar, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Xunan took two steps back, clasped his hands together, and activated the Dragon-Subduing Elephant-Taming Art. His entire body surged with energy, and an invisible, dark blade aura was forced out from between his eyebrows. Then, he let out a long sigh of relief, and his pained expression greatly eased.

"Benefactor, please hold your hand. This humble monk is not..."

Before he finished speaking, He Qichang roared to the sky, his hair standing on end without wind, veins bulging on his body, exuding a violent and tyrannical aura that completely dissipated the remaining aura of the Demon-Subduing Lion's Roar on him.

"He Qichang about He Qichang!"

Si Ming had been watching from the sidelines, sensed something was wrong.

"Is it the effect of that sound technique?"

Murong Qing looked at Xunan with a hostile gaze.

Xunan sensed something and quickly explained, "What I just used was the Demon-Subduing Lion's Roar. In addition to its normal sonic characteristics, it can also expel evil spirits and suppress inner demons, but it does not have the effect of driving people mad."

As he was talking, He Qichang's body suddenly changed. Thick and long hair covered his entire body. His muscles bulged and his bones enlarged. He grew bigger in the blink of an eye. His height jumped from 1.7 meters to 1.85 meters. There were patterns all over his body, especially on his forehead, where the word "king" appeared.

"Demon Race!"

Everyone present was taken aback, but Si Ming and Murong Qing suddenly recalled what Heart Moon Fox had said back then.

—They say love can transcend height, age, gender... and even species, and today I finally believe it.

While shocked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of "I knew it."

"That shouldn't be the case. Demon Race capable of transforming into human form should at least be at the Ghost Rank, but the cultivation level this boy displayed in the previous exchange was far below that of Ghost Rank."

Xunan was puzzled, but before he could ask any questions, he saw the boy who had transformed into a demon swing his sword and a burst of lightning appeared. Immediately, alarm bells rang in his heart.

"Demon Blade? Rushing Thunder!"

Compared to the past, the speed of the blade was even faster, truly as fast as lightning. Before Xunan could react, he felt a pain in his chest and had already been stabbed.

In an instant, lightning flashed, Xunan pain, staggered backward. The wound on his chest turned charred black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was also mixed with lightning, and evaporated in the blink of an eye.

He endured the pain and used the Flower-Picking Finger again, flicking his finger lightly, and the soft, yin-like finger strength silently pierced through.

"Demon Blade? Torrent!"

He Qichang unleashed a powerful sword strike, like a torrent rushing down. Although this move also belonged to the category of soft force, the sword strike was magnificent and continuous, completely engulfing the force of the Flower-Picking Finger technique. Its remaining power did not diminish as it continued to slash at Xunan.

In a split second between life and death, Si Ming forcefully intervened in the battle, throwing Bullet Fist that struck the blade squarely. Divine power surged forth, like a dam cutting off a river's flow, shattering the blade's attack. He shouted, "He Qichang, calm down!"

His response was a beastly roar, accompanied by an even more frenzied attack. The blade moved like a swift wind, invisible and elusive, sweeping towards him like a storm.

Have they completely lost their minds?