A Rout Like a Tide (continued)

The series of unexpected events fueled the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's rage. He unleashed a torrent of scorching flames from his palm, instantly incinerating Faming's corpse into ashes.

On the other side, Si Ming was facing off against Fajian, putting on a show so that no one would suspect he was holding back, nor could he actually hurt his opponent. At the same time, he Secret Voice Transmission: "Hurry up and leave. I will deliberately leave a slight opening so that you can injure me and then escape."

However, Fajian refused. "With your strength, theoretically, it's impossible for this humble monk to escape from you. If you let me go, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King will suspect your identity."

"It's okay, there's always a way to get through this."

"You are our last hope. If the secret of Buddha-Slaying Monk is exposed, all our sacrifices will have been in vain. Moreover, since you joined the Monster Race, you have never truly killed a single influential Buddhist School disciple, so you cannot gain the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's true trust. Today, we will make up for this deficiency."

When Si Ming realized something was wrong, Fajian had already stepped forward and rammed his chest into the Glazed Precept-Breaking Saber, which pierced his chest!

"Why... why are you doing this?"

"The Thousand Buddha Blood Sacrifice is still short three people. If I fill one spot, one less person will die... I'm sorry for putting all the blame on you; this is my small compensation to you."

Fajian grasped Si Ming's hands, and the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power was transmitted to him. In this world, apart from special Cultivation Method, there is no such thing as the transmission of power, but he could use the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power to cleanse Si Ming's physical body and expand his greater potential.

"May I, in my next life, when I attain enlightenment, have my own light blazing forth, adorning countless worlds, and may all sentient beings be like me."

Moments later, the Fajian's oil lamp burned out, and he died with a smile on his face, as if he had seen the Vicious Spirit being brought to justice.

Si Ming's feelings were extremely complicated. The scene of the abbot of the disciplinary hall questioning him about slandering the Buddha was still vivid in his mind. They had a history of conflict, but he never expected it to end in this way.

Hualiu stepped forward, moved the body of the Fajian aside, and asked, "Sir, shall we grind this monk's body to dust?"

"No, respecting your opponent is respecting yourself. Let's bury him properly."

"Your subordinate obeys."

Fajian Fajian's voluntary sacrifice, Fadeng, Fayun, and Xilai were also in dire straits. The first two monks were outmatched, while Xilai was injured and unable to exert his full strength. Under the attack of the three divine generals, they were forced to retreat step by step, constantly adding to their injuries and losing a lot of strength. They were about to embark on their final journey.

"Go see your Buddha, Ferocious Spirit Ashen Earth!"

"Hehehe, Nether Sound, Ten Thousand Gu!"

The wailing of countless ghosts rushed towards the clear stream of Buddhist chants, turning the ground into barren wasteland. In addition, countless corpse worms swarmed out, covering the sky and the earth, their flapping wings emitting a buzzing sound that seemed to have the effect of corroding the soul.

Just as the two monks, Fadeng Fayun, decided to sacrifice themselves to pave a way for the other monks, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them, accompanied by endless Sword Qi and blade aura.

"Sword River, Surging Snow!"

"Wolf Shadow Thousand Kills!"

Shen Wumian unleashed his icy Sword Qi, covering the ground with frost, which perfectly countered the Gu worms, freezing them all into ice crystals that crackled and fell to the ground, shattering into countless ice shards.

Si Shuiyun transformed into a series of illusory sword flashes, layer upon layer, as she attacked the Myriad Ghosts Evil Flame. Instantly, dust and sand exploded, and although her Foundation was slightly inferior, she promptly swung her halberd and thrust it into the ground. A ten-zhang-thick layer of earth rose up, forming a wall to block the remaining force. Then, she used the Si Clan's unique technique of using softness to overcome hardness and borrowing force to deflect the attack, successfully blocking the move.

Without lingering, the two blocked the ultimate attack, pulled the two monks back quickly, and unleashed Sword Qi aura to block the enemy's pursuit. At the same time, a large group of top-notch martial arts masters from the Western Martial World rushed into the battlefield, tore through the encirclement of the Monster Race army, rescued more than a hundred martial monks who were in formation, and also retreated quickly.

"Hmm, there are reinforcements?"

The arrival of these people was completely unexpected for the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. Having spent his years in the Southern Martial World, he had no idea who these martial arts heroes were. While wondering about them, he didn't stop what he was doing. He secretly gathered his inner energy, intending to stop his prey and prevent the duck that was about to be eaten from flying away. Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him.

"Sin Star Descends in a Calamitous Year!"

In mid-air, a huge meteorite plummeted down, accompanied by a high-temperature airflow generated by friction with the air, and crashed into the Monster Race army with a long red tail.

The power of this move is directly proportional to its falling speed. The higher the meteorite appears, the greater its falling speed. However, it is also not easy to hit the target. If it encounters an expert, it is easy to predict and dodge. But when it hits a group of agile Monster Race, the hit rate does not matter.

The Monster Race were few in number and could not be allowed to die in vain. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King had no choice but to stop the pursuit. Instead, he spun around and used his palms to block the falling meteorite—the stone had no life or spiritual energy, Depleting Divine Light was useless.

In terms of cultivation Foundation, the Spirit King was naturally no less than any martial arts master, but the power of "Sin Star Descends in a Calamitous Year" lay in its unparalleled physical kinetic energy. Even though he personally took action to resist it, he was pushed back continuously, leaving a deep trench in the ground before the meteorite finally stopped.

But this delay allowed the trapped monks to be rescued. Only a dozen or so severely wounded martial monks volunteered to stay behind to cover the retreat. They did not want to burden the others or be captured by the enemy. One by one, they used forbidden techniques to enhance their Cultivation Body and perish together with the Monster Race.

The Ghost Chariot revealed its true form as a three-headed bird and tried to pursue from the air, but a gunshot rang out from the woods, and a hole was shot through its shoulder. It had been hit by a sniper bullet. Although the injury was not serious, it did not know what kind of hidden weapon the other party had used and was worried that there would be more and stronger ambushes. After circling around a few times, it reluctantly landed back on the ground.

"Who are these guys who suddenly appeared? How did they know the monks from Glazed Temple were here?"

Zhu Mei frowned and said, "This group of people are probably members of the Heavenly Martial Alliance of the Western Martial World. They may have received a request from the Glazed Temple, so they sent troops to rescue people."

In fact, this group of people was summoned by Si Ming. After receiving the mission scroll from the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, he saw through the other party's intentions and dared not reveal the information to the Glazed Temple for fear of falling into a trap. However, he could not ignore such important information, so he secretly passed the information to Si Jingyu for her to decide how to proceed.

Si Ming did indeed send out the message, but the person he contacted was not Glazed Temple, but Heavenly Martial Alliance.

Ghost Chariot hurriedly asked, "Spirit King, should we continue the pursuit?"

After a moment's consideration, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King decided, "No need. Don't pursue a cornered enemy. These rescued people are insignificant figures. No matter how many of them there are, they pose no threat. This is, after all, the Western Martial World. The Heavenly Martial Alliance is more familiar with the terrain than we are. In addition, there is the traitor, the Great Snake, hiding behind the scenes. If our army acts rashly, we are likely to fall into a trap, which would only cast a shadow over this great victory."

This scheme within a scheme has come to an end. The only one still fighting is Henzhen, who has been chasing Xilai all the way out. However, none of the monsters are worried about her safety, because Xilai's injuries, he is destined to die.

Indeed, Xilai was quickly cornered, and because of his extremely remote location, the Heavenly Martial Alliance members were unable to come to his rescue in time, leaving him to fight alone.

"Ferocious Spirit Evil Slash!"

Henzhen sets out to deliver the final blow, Evil Qi condenses into a blade, slashing down from the sky to end the opponent's life.

"I know who killed your adoptive parents."

On her deathbed, Xilai suddenly spoke, revealing what Henzhen cared about most, forcing her to abruptly stop her ultimate move and turn the killing blow into a severe injury.

"Tell me, who is the murderer?" Henzhen grabbed Xilai by the neck, restraining his Cultivation Body, and demanded an answer.

"Even if I tell you, will you believe me? What if I'm just making this up to save my life? Don't you want enough evidence to prove the truth?" Xilai carefully considered and analyzed the situation for the other person.

Henzhen, wouldn't listen to that. "Speak now, or I'll kill you right now!"