A Rout Like a Rushing Tide

The Azure Mysterious Corpse King unleashed his ultimate attack on Xilai, and the evil current surged towards him, instantly injuring him severely. The other four monks were also affected, and the Seven Buddhas Sin-Eradicating Demon-Subduing Formation shattered in response!

Without the support of the formation, Fazhao and Faming's cultivation levels plummeted, while the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, freed from the annoying suppression of Buddhist energy, experienced a rapid increase in his Cultivation Body, reversing the balance of power.

Although the two monks sensed the decline of Buddhism and the rise of demons, they also knew that this was still the best opportunity for them to overcome each other. So they gathered up the remaining Buddhist energy and attacked with all their might.

The moment the sage and the evil collided, the sun and moon lost their color, all things were in turmoil, the roof of the Seven Stars Palace was completely blown off, facing the sky directly. In an instant, the wind and clouds rushed by, and the sky was filled with black and gray flames that kept gushing outwards, scattering and destroying the surrounding terrain.

The result was exactly as follows: The Vicious Spirit destroyed both Buddhas!

Faming Fazhao were both severely injured, flying out like kites with broken strings, their blood splattering on the ground. The outer Arhat Demon-Subduing Formation was also unable to withstand the powerful residual force and was immediately broken, with half of the warrior monks injured and vomiting blood.

Despite his injuries, Xilai struck the Azure Mysterious Corpse King with his Buddha Finger, forcing it back. At the same time, he sensed that the opponent's Foundation was far stronger than he had anticipated, and suddenly realized. "You are not the Azure Mysterious Corpse King!"

The other party chuckled, her figure blurring as she revealed her true form—the female Flying Zombie who had fought Si Ming before. She admitted, "My name is Zhu Mei, not the Corpse King. The Corpse King doesn't live here, and this Seven Stars Palace is a replica."

"Why?"

The Zhu Mei laughed, "Don't you Human Race have a saying, 'A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a wise minister chooses a good lord to serve?' The Azure Mysterious Corpse King is unruly and lacks ambition. What's so strange about me joining forces with the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, who has the makings of a more powerful ruler?"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forced out his Buddhist energy, and his injuries healed at a visible speed. He stood with his hands behind his back, and laughed arrogantly, "This is indeed a good game, but unfortunately, it's not your game, it's my game!"

Xilai closed his eyes and sighed, "You had already subdued this subordinate of the Azure Mysterious Corpse King, yet you had her impersonate the Corpse King, staging a war between two kings, and then used an inside agent to release information to lure us into a trap."

"That's right. I won't be at ease until I wipe out a few of you thieving bald thieves and reduce the number of people in the Ten Buddhas Nirvana Formation. Of course, I can also find the traitor hiding among my own people along the way. It's killing two birds with one stone."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King turned to look at Si Ming and the Four Divine Generals, and solemnly said, "I placed high hopes on you and entrusted you with important responsibilities, but you have disappointed me. I said that no matter what you were thinking, as long as you were willing to repent, I would forgive you for your past mistakes. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path... This fake Seven Stars Palace is the burial ground I have prepared for you!"

Chapter 387 A Raging Rush

"The scrolls I gave you all contain identical information about the mission. The only difference lies in the location of the Azure Mysterious Corpse King. The Seven Stars Palace is arranged according to the Big Dipper. I wrote the different star positions on the five scrolls, and the scroll corresponding to the Yuheng Star is—"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King looked at the Great Snake and said in a deep voice, "Yi Divine General, you owe me an explanation!"

The man with the Ghost Chariot face shouted, "Wang Dashe, you really are a traitor! I've suspected you for a long time!"

The old man interrupted, "I suspected him even earlier than you. I said long ago that this guy was rebellious and would betray the Spirit King sooner or later. See? It came true."

The woman asked skeptically, "He always wears a hoodie and hides himself, how did you figure out he was rebellious?"

The Great Snake ignored the Ghost Chariot's solo performance and let out a low laugh, "Some people like to be slaves to others, while others are born proud and unwilling to be subservient. You should have expected this day would come if you hadn't killed me back then."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King said, "Thank you for reminding me. I will not make the same mistake twice."

Before he finished speaking, his third eye opened again between his brows, swiftly shooting out a beam of Depleting Divine Light that struck the Great Snake squarely.

With a loud "bang," the Great Snake exploded on the spot, leaving no trace of its body. However, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's expression did not improve, because this was not the death caused by the Depleting Divine Light.

"Hmph, it seems he anticipated he would be discovered sooner or later, so he sent his subordinates to impersonate him... Getting back to the point, esteemed masters, it's time to send you on your way."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King moved with lightning speed, so fast that the monks had no time to react. Without the suppression of the Buddhist formation, the Spirit King not only recovered his Cultivation Body, but also significantly improved his strength, speed, and other aspects. His first target was Faming and Fazhao, who posed the greatest threat.

"The Blazing Glaze, Arhat Clears the Way!"

"Nine Suns Return to One, less light dispels darkness!"

"Useless tricks!"

The two monks joined forces once again, but the vast difference in their strength was beyond the power of will to overcome. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King gathered evil currents in his palms, easily shattering the Buddha's light. The dark mist annihilated the Buddha's light, severely injuring the two monks once more.

"Die!"

Spirit King pressed his advantage, stirring up dark clouds and spreading Evil Qi, ready to deliver the final blow to the two monks. Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly darted in front of the two monks, Fazhao Faming behind him with both palms. It was Fanan.

"We've lost this round, you'd better leave now!"

"My Great Way illuminates the Buddha, but none of you will escape!"

The evil energy instantly enveloped Fanan, and with a single breath of the Spirit King's mighty essence, he blasted the Buddhist School monk, who had suddenly realized his mistakes and repented, into a shower of blood and flesh, leaving no trace of his body.

The remaining monks, disregarding their grief, retreated hastily, attempting to preserve their strength and leave a legacy for the future. However, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King had long planned this situation and would not allow them to leave so easily. The Monster Race army that had been lying in ambush around the Seven Stars Palace rushed out and intercepted the 108 warrior monks, engaging them in a fierce battle. The three divine generals and Si Ming also stepped forward to fight one-on-one. Regardless of their true feelings, they had to put on a show of their strength at this moment.

Despite facing imminent danger, Faming remained fearless, his Buddhist heart unwavering. "The path to Buddhahood is fraught with peril, requiring countless eons of unwavering dedication to attain the lotus throne and true enlightenment. The path lies right beneath your feet."

Fazhao clasped his hands together and said, "I vow to liberate all sentient beings within my own nature, I vow to eradicate all afflictions within my own nature, I vow to learn all Dharma teachings within my own nature, I vow to attain Buddhahood within my own nature. I vow to sever all evil, I vow to cultivate all good, I vow to liberate all sentient beings."

"To go to the Yellow Springs together, wouldn't that be liberation?"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King unleashed his evil power once more, his deadly palm descending upon the area, its powerful force enveloping the surrounding wilderness, leaving no room for evasion.

This time, only Faming stepped forward to meet the attack. Fazhao turned around and flicked his finger, sending a beam of Buddhist light towards Hongdou. Upon hitting Hongdou, a golden lotus appeared on the ground, its petals closing inward. This was because it had activated the residual Buddhist energy of the Seven Buddhas Sin-Eradicating Demon-Subduing Formation, which enveloped Hongdou and then disappeared from the spot.

"We must at least retain a glimmer of hope." This was the shared thought of the two monks.

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King hadn't anticipated this turn of events. He didn't kill Hongdou immediately, not out of familial affection, but because he worried that she might have prepared some kind of suicide plan. With victory seemingly within his grasp, he felt there was no need to personally risk his life and wanted to leave it to his subordinates. He never expected these bald monks to pull such a stunt, disregarding their own safety to move her away.

Filled with hatred and anger, the Spirit King shattered Faming's arms with a single palm strike. The force of the blow continued, striking Fa Ming's chest and breaking his ribs, which then pierced his heart, severing his life.

"My friend, I'm taking my leave now. I'm entrusting the heavy responsibilities to you."

Faming channeled his last bit of power and pushed Fazhao with a palm strike, sending him crashing down to where the Hongdou had vanished. The same scene repeated itself: golden lotuses sprang from the ground and closed inward.

"Junior brother, no--"

With a look of surprise, Fa Zhao, who had already resolved to die in battle, didn't even have time to finish speaking Fazhao he vanished on the spot, teleporting into the void.

Faming smiled, his Buddhist heart calm as still water, without regret or resentment. His only regret was that the Buddha was waning while the demons were waxing, and he could no longer exert his full strength. He closed his eyes and breathed his last on the spot.

"To sacrifice yourself to save others—such a noble sentiment! I, the king, will grant you your wish!"