Casting a Brick to Draw Out Jade

Man Xiong saw the demonic roar enveloping his enemy, causing him to lose his senses. He immediately realized that this was an opportunity not to be missed. Given the enemy's speed, he would be caught even if he tried to escape. Therefore, the best course of action was to kill him on the spot to prevent future troubles.

Ignoring the lingering backlash from his ultimate move, he risked injury and forcefully channeled his inner energy, causing a ferocious and grotesque phantom of a demon god to appear behind him.

"The Fierce Spirit Devours Buddha!"

Man Xiong leaped high into the air, his movements perfectly synchronized with the phantom of the demon god, and from his superior position, he smashed a punch into his opponent's crown, determined to crush it into mincemeat.

However, Si Ming, who should have been shaken by the demonic sound and lost control of his consciousness, suddenly raised his head and gave him a bright smile, as innocent as a child who had successfully played a prank.

You've fallen for their trap again.

Not to mention the Jade-Clad Dharma Body, Si Ming also mastered the Bodhi Indestructible Body. The mere Demon Roar was of no use to him. He merely pretended to be injured to lure the enemy into a trap before delivering the decisive blow.

"The Vajra Subdues All Demons from the Heart!"

Chapter 378 Throwing a Brick to Get Jade In

Man Xiong knew things were going badly, but he had pushed his moves to the limit. He had no choice but to release the arrow on the bowstring. Forcibly stopping the move would only lead to a worse outcome. He could only gamble everything on his extraordinary recovery ability. Even if he was severely injured, as long as he had a breath left, he could use the force to escape.

The powerful attacks clashed violently, their Primal Qi clashing violently. In a deafening explosion, the mountains and forests within a ten-mile radius were razed to the ground, the earth cracked open, the fissures as clean as a mirror. Rocks continued to scatter, and the dust had not yet settled. The Vajra Wrathful Form shattered the Vicious Spirit god with both fists, and slammed heavily into the chest of the Barbarian Divine General. The force pierced through his back, and blood and flesh exploded and flew everywhere.

Its internal organs were all shattered. Such injuries would have killed a human long ago, but with the Monster Race's constitution, the bleeding was stopped and the wounds sealed in an instant. At the same time, the fragments of its internal organs wriggled and multiplied, beginning to heal itself.

Although Si Ming's ultimate move was the winning move, his Foundation was not as strong as his opponent's. The Buddhist Power prevented his physical body from recovering was completely neutralized, and he won by pure strength. Therefore, Man Xiong was only severely injured on a physical level and survived.

"Walk!"

Man Xiong his injuries, Man Xiong tried to retreat, but his opponent raised his blood-red longsword again, radiating a crimson aura. The moment the sword was drawn, its power shook the surrounding area, overflowing with fierce and domineering aura.

"All Dharmas Are Empty, Creating Bodhi!"

Si Ming unleashed the Bodhi Demon-Subduing Saber Art once more, and instantly a crystal-clear Dharma image appeared on his back, clear and bright inside and out, pure and without blemish, with vast light and imposing merit. With a single slash, it seemed as if he would sever the eight sufferings of the human world and extinguish all kinds of afflictions.

"How is that possible? He just used his ultimate move, where would he get the strength from?"

Man Xiong was shocked and incredulous, but the Bodhi Blade Intent was already at his face, leaving him no choice but to believe it. He could only try his best to gather his energy, raise his palm and channel the black evil power to strike from the side, trying to deflect the blade's force and avoid hitting his vitals.

The moment the blade touched the blade, Man Xiong realized that the force of the opponent's strike was far weaker than he had expected. It was blocked by his palm strike, which was less than 40% of his strength. Just as he was beginning to have doubts, a palm struck him, striking his chest with the Vajra Palm, breaking all his ribs. Then, the palm transformed into a claw, firmly holding him down.

"Damn it, let go!"

In an attempt to escape, Man Xiong ducked and slammed his head down, using the horns on his head to pierce Si Ming's forehead, but to his surprise, he couldn't even break the skin.

"The Arhat Tribulation-Delivering Body... no, it's a Dharma Body that transcends this!"

There was no time to be amazed. The ruthless and decisive Man Xiong made a decision in an instant, intending to break free of his restraints and seek another chance to escape. But at this moment, a surge of pure yang and blazing True Qi rushed into his chest. The Power of Anomalies melted away like snow, and he could not resist it at all. Even his original power was devoured.

"What's this!"

Manxiong tried Man Xiong to break free, but he was no match for Si Ming in strength, and his Cultivation Body were also restrained. He was like a shark caught in a fishing net, the more he struggled, the tighter the net became.

As the Anomalies source within his body was transformed and devoured, Man Xiong's strength gradually weakened, and even his physical recovery speed became sluggish. He finally realized that he was doomed this time. The details of the battle flashed through his mind, and a flash of inspiration Blink, making him suddenly realize the truth.

You are not Buddhist School disciple!

"You guessed right, so you're even more determined to die!"

After transforming away the last bit of the Anomalies origin, Si Ming raised his palm into a blade and unleashed a Burning Wood Saber Art, cleaving the Man Xiong, whose body had been corroded to the point of resembling a withered tree, in two. At the same time, a burst of fiery energy erupted, burning the body and destroying all traces of the corpse.

Even though the conversion efficiency was low and most of it Man Xiong along the way, Man Xiong was, after all, a Spirit Transformation level expert. The Internal Cultivation he converted was even stronger than Si Ming's own. He quickly circulated his energy and adjusted his breathing to slowly absorb it. It took him a quarter of an hour to recover.

"I haven't even broken through to level eleven yet. Cultivation is indeed like playing a game; the higher you go, the more experience points you need. I reckon even if I devour all five divine generals under the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, I still won't be able to advance to the Spirit Transformation unless I devour the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King himself."

However, this idea is just a thought. Killing the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King is a hellish task, let alone capturing him and slowly converting his essence. If Si Ming had this idea, he might have failed in his chance to kill the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King.

Greed for more and more is a cardinal sin in Military School.

Just then, footsteps sounded from afar. It was the monks of Alan Temple and the martial arts heroes who had come to investigate after the commotion. When they saw Si Ming standing there unharmed, they were all overjoyed.

Zhenmian, considering himself a follower, was the first to rush over and eagerly asked, "Senior, where is that Monster Race general?"

"I killed him, and his body was destroyed by my ultimate move, reduced to ashes."

Upon hearing this, the crowd was both amazed and cheering, and a torrent of flattery poured in.

"As expected of Master Wutian, I knew he would win before the fight even started. What a joke the Barbarian Divine General, he didn't even leave behind ashes."

"Master Wutian is Wutian wise and brave. His twelve-character tactic was simple and effective, easily tearing apart the encirclement painstakingly set up by the Monster Race. I really hope those self-proclaimed strategists can learn from the master. Stop spouting all that nonsense about this plan and that plan. Tactics should be concise and clear, easy to understand."

At this moment, Abbot Fajue of Alan Temple approached, first chanting a Buddhist prayer, then asking, "May I ask your Dharma name, fellow Buddhist, and which school you follow?"

They had long suspected that Si Ming came from the Glazed Temple, given the obvious power of his Vajra Demon-Subduing Divine Ability. However, they had never heard of such a person from the Glazed Temple, someone so young yet so powerful, capable of killing the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's most trusted lieutenant. If word got out, this feat would be enough to make him famous throughout the three major martial arts worlds of the east, west, and south.

Of course, they didn't have too many doubts. With hundreds of thousands of disciples in Glazed Temple, it was quite normal for one or two hidden masters to be among them. Perhaps they were geniuses secretly cultivated by Glazed Temple. There had been such examples in the past, but none were as amazing as Si Ming. He killed a Grandmaster- level Monster Race general as soon as he appeared. He was unprecedented, and it would be extremely difficult for future generations to surpass him.

"Greetings, Abbot. I am Wutian of Glazed Temple," Si Ming.

When the monks of Alan Temple heard the Dharma name, their first thought was that the other party was too arrogant. But then they thought of the other party's recent achievements and realized that the other party did indeed have the strength to be arrogant. The name suited the person, and the name no longer sounded harsh.

"Many thanks to all the martial arts practitioners for their help. The entire Alan Temple is deeply grateful for this kindness. You have traveled a long way to our aid and fought a great battle. You must be exhausted. Please come to our temple to rest for a while."

The heroes had been traveling for days, even escaping ambushes along the way. They were indeed quite tired. They hadn't felt it before because they were too excited, but now that the enemy general was dead, the Monster Race had retreated, and the mission was complete, they breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the accumulated fatigue surged up, so they all agreed that it was better to obey and head to Alan Temple to rest.

Si Ming did not go with them, claiming that he had important business to attend to and needed to leave as soon as possible. Although the others were reluctant to see him go, they did not force him to stay and respectfully watched him leave.

Xiaoxiang Fairy Mu Boxue was among them. The injuries to her ears had been temporarily healed. The Buddhist School of the Southern Martial World worshipped the Glazed Medicine Master Light Tathagata, who was most skilled in medicine. Healing her ears was not a problem. Her severed arm was also retrieved and carefully preserved, waiting to be reattached in the future. As for whether it could be restored to its original state, that depended on fortuitous opportunity.

The monk led the group of heroes back to Alan Temple, took out their stored grain and livestock, and celebrated in a grand manner, slaughtering pigs and cattle without any restraint.