The Sacred Sword's Holy Might

"The Thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa Formation! Haha, using the blood of a thousand Buddhas to forge an unparalleled formation, what a brilliant scheme! But I have a question: isn't the number of Buddhas still missing one person?" The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King asked Si Ming, the only one standing within the formation.

"Because I forgot to mention one. Back in the fake Seven Stars Palace, we already had 999, but just in case, out of habit, I pretended to be weak and said 998."

"I see. Thank you for clearing up my doubts, but I still have one question: who exactly are you?"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's expression was solemn. In his memory, there was no such person in the Glazed Temple.

"It's normal that the Spirit King doesn't recognize me. After all, I was originally from the Western Martial World, but I was borrowed by the Glazed Temple as an external ally, and temporarily given the Dharma name Wutian."

Si Ming clasped his hands together, simultaneously channeling the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power and the Asura Divine Power, with the former as the primary force and the latter as the secondary. Under the blessing of the formation, the phantom of Buddha Rōcana appeared behind him, the last of the thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa to attain Buddhahood.

"Wutian? What a blatant act of Wutian! Not only did the Glazed Temple commit the heinous act of sacrificing a thousand monks, but it also entrusted such an important gamble to an outsider. Such shrewdness, such magnanimity, such awareness—I, the King, have no choice but to utter a word of admiration!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King suppressed his smile, gathered his inner energy, and Power of Anomalies enveloped his body, repelling the nearby Buddhist Power and causing the earth to tremble and dust to rise from the shackles of gravity—he had only used less than 50% of his power to deal with the three monks.

"To reiterate, can a good starting point truly lead to a good outcome?"

The Spirit King raised his palm, his aura overwhelming the world. A dark, evil current erupted from between his five fingers, striking Si Ming's chest with lightning speed.

Vajra Gate!

Without dodging or avoiding, Si Ming countered with a domineering Buddha palm strike, combining three divine powers into one, and fiercely met the attack head-on.

With a crack, Si Ming was forced back three steps, his internal organs injured. Spirit King, on the other hand, was blasted away in astonishment, his arm breaking.

The combined power of the Jade-Clad Dharma Body, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power, and the Asura Divine Power, along with the Divine Sight Illusory Observation Art which amplified it threefold, was enough to overwhelm even the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, who was comparable to Void Returning Great Grandmaster of the Void Realm. He was struck by a single palm and his bones were broken.

Even with the help of the Buddhist formation, the difference in their strengths and weaknesses meant that there was still a significant gap in their Foundation. Si Ming inevitably suffered internal injuries. Fortunately, the Bodhi Golden Body was remarkably effective against internal energy, quickly eliminating the Power of Anomalies that had seeped into his body. Furthermore, he absorbed the dense Buddhist Power from outside and healed his internal injuries in the blink of an eye.

"I don't know if the Spirit King often relied on his physical strength in battles before, but I must remind you now, in terms of physical prowess, I am far stronger than you!"

The Solar Prominence Eruption, enveloping his body in golden light. Si Ming's physical attributes doubled once again. With a stomp of his feet, he charged straight at his opponent like a meteor from the sky, carrying a violent current of energy.

"Ten Thousand Souls Gather Evil, Divine Souls Become Ferocious Together!"

The fracture healed rapidly. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King hastily channeled his inner energy, gathering boundless evil karma, and pushed forward with both palms, unleashing a world-shaking divine power.

There are always people more capable than you, and there are always higher levels to reach. When divine fists clash, heaven and earth tremble!

The golden Buddha's radiance shattered boundless evil karma. With a single punch, Si Ming knocked away the Spirit King's palms, and the force of the punch continued unabated as it struck the King's chest. Unparalleled internal energy pierced through his back, accompanied by a shower of blood, shattering the surrounding area!

Chapter 396 Sacred Sword Might

With the three divine powers combined with the Divine Sight Illusory Observation Art and the Solar Prominence Eruption, Si Ming's physical strength at this moment was so great that even ancient demon gods would tremble in fear before him, not daring to let him touch them. Even Si Ming himself felt a tremendous burden.

If someone possesses both the Jade-Clad Dharma Body and the Bodhi Golden Body, and is already this powerful, then an ordinary martial artist would likely be severely injured with a single punch, but would also be blasted to death by the shockwave. This is what is meant by "My power is so strong that even I am afraid of it."

As the King of Monsters, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King was not so easily defeated. Even though the bones and internal organs of his upper body were shattered, he still retained 70% of his fighting strength and immediately launched a counterattack, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes.

Si Ming tried to retreat, but unexpectedly, two intestines flew out from the disemboweled body of his opponent, binding his arms like ropes, preventing him from escaping. He took a solid blow, and the powerful Yuan Power rushed straight to his internal organs, causing him to vomit blood and retreat.

However, as golden light flowed across Si Ming's body and the Bodhi Golden Body dissolved the foreign power that had entered his body, he was healed in the blink of an eye.

Under the suppression of the Thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa Formation, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's Cultivation Body was greatly restricted. In terms of Internal Cultivation level, it was equivalent to dropping from level 20 to level 15. Although it still had a clear advantage over Si Ming's level 11, it was impossible to break through the Bodhi Indestructible Golden Body with ordinary moves.

"Vajra Indestructible Body? Or the Arhat Tribulation-Delivering Body has overcome suffering?"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King also noticed this and frowned slightly. His wounds were also healing at a visible speed, but much slower than before, clearly also being restrained by the Buddhist formation.

"A formation that sacrificed a thousand monks, unimaginable divine power, a Dharma body that fears no confrontation—this is the trump card the Glazed Temple used to kill me? I must admit, you are indeed the strongest I have ever seen in my life, but still, it's not enough!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King opened his mouth, the expansion exceeding human limits. Then, he reached into his mouth, squeezed hard, and pulled out a five-foot-long purple demonic blade. Evil eyes were embedded in the blade, but under the radiance of Buddha's light, they remained tightly closed, just like the vertical eye between his eyebrows, daring not to open.

"My title is Purple Pupils, but the 'purple' doesn't refer to the color of my eyes. It refers to this Purple Primal Emperor Slash. The last time I was forced to use this blade was about three hundred years ago. At that time, my divine skills were not yet fully developed, and I encountered the martial arts genius, the Fighting Monk Jiuxiang, who was a rare talent in the Glazed Temple. I only managed to win by half a move by relying on the advantage of my weapon. Since then, I have never encountered a worthy opponent. If the Glazed Temple wants to deal with me, they can only win by numbers and dare not send anyone to fight me one-on-one."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King wielded the evil blade, his aura flowing freely, amplifying his Cultivation Body and enhancing his Internal Cultivation to level sixteen. It should be known that at his level, advancing his Internal Cultivation to the next level was extremely difficult. If it weren't for the Buddhist array suppressing and weakening the evil weapon's power, he might have become even stronger.

Seeing this, Si Ming was not surprised and calmly said, "This matter is also recorded in the records of Glazed Temple, so they also exhausted their manpower and resources to create a Buddhist weapon that can withstand the evil blade of the Spirit King."

He formed the Dharma Wheel Mudra with his hands, pressed them to the ground, and his palms sank into the earth. Then, he pulled upwards with force and pulled out a golden, radiant divine sword, exuding holy energy. The sword was thick and broad, with the Nirvana Sanskrit Seal engraved on it. When the hilt was gripped, a ring would automatically pop out to protect the wrist.

"This is the Wheel-Turning King Sword, signifying the pacification of the four seas, the rule of the world with righteous law, and the protection of the people from external demons."

Holding the Buddhist weapon, Si Ming connected with the Artifact Spirit using the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power. Instantly, a pure and holy aura flowed into his body, causing his Internal Cultivation to rise steadily, breaking through two levels and reaching the thirteenth level of the Spirit Transformation Threshold.

At the same time, a Wheel-Turning King Sword with the same design but magnified ten times appeared in the hand of the phantom of Buddha Rōcana behind Si Ming. Then, the thousand Buddhas at the edge of the formation chanted Buddhist mantras together, and the vast Buddhist Power poured into the Wheel-Turning King Sword, allowing its power to be further enhanced, and pushing Si Ming's Cultivation Body to be raised another level!

Sensing the rising aura emanating from his opponent, the Spirit King laughed loudly, "What a Wheel-Turning King Sword! I named this weapon the Emperor's Slash, signifying my determination to rule the world with tyranny, where those who submit prosper and those who resist perish, drowning all living beings in the sea of suffering. Thus, these foolish monks have competed to forge a weapon of the king's way. They have truly gone to great lengths. Let us witness whose path is truly correct!"

The evil blade flashes, its movements carrying a deadly intent, its murderous intent ever-changing. With each strike, hundreds of afterimages appear, seemingly a vast curtain of blades sweeping across the sky. Moreover, each strike is imbued with intense killing intent, appearing exceptionally real. Even with the so-called "mind's eye," one cannot distinguish between reality and illusion. Furthermore, it whispers evil words, bewitching the mind.

But the Wheel-Turning King Sword was forged specifically to counter the Purple Primal Emperor Slash, so how could it not have a way to restrain it?

Si Ming held the Buddhist sword, connecting with its aura. His mind became incredibly clear, all distracting thoughts vanished, and no inner demons arose. Even if evil words murmured in his ears, he was completely unaffected. At the same time, the Nirvana Sanskrit Seal on the sword Blink and spread to the surrounding space, separating truth from falsehood, breaking through all illusions, and projecting the real world into his sea of consciousness.

Si Ming swung his sword horizontally, accurately blocking the Purple Primal Emperor Slash. Their internal energies clashed, and although his Cultivation Body was still two levels lower, the difference was no longer significant, and he was able to withstand the impact. Moreover, he had the advantage in physical strength.

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King moved with lightning speed, unleashing a barrage of deadly moves, each strike aimed at Si Ming's vitals. He would retreat immediately upon contact, denying his opponent any chance to exert force and minimizing his opponent's advantage in strength.

Si Ming's swordplay, however, was steady and restrained, using stillness to control movement, neither hasty nor slow. His long-absent Feng and Shan Sacrifice Sword Technique was conventional, without any advantages or disadvantages, and offered no opportunity for attack.

Both sides possessed unparalleled skill in swordsmanship. Even if they had not reached the level of "entering the Dao," they could be described as having reached the pinnacle. Various exquisite and ingenious techniques emerged one after another, and the sword Sword Qi cleaved the heavens and earth in all directions. The sounds of their clashes were continuous, and they fought dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye.

In this situation, Si Ming dared not use the same techniques as when dealing with Pan E, such as deflecting force, shaking force, or leaning force. This was because their cultivation levels were too high, and their qi enveloped their bodies, making it impossible to get close. In addition, Spirit King was not like Pan E, who was unaware of clever techniques and auxiliary moves. Taking the initiative to get close would be tantamount to exposing his vital points to his opponent, which would be a path to death.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King let out a deep shout, and the countless afterimages vanished, condensing into a single blade that slashed straight down. Si Ming raised his right hand to block with his sword, but his Cultivation Body was impacted, and blood spilled from his mouth. He was slightly injured, but this minor injury healed in the blink of an eye. He raised his left hand and slammed it in, and the three great divine powers converged into one, shaking the void.

Through the exchange just now, the Spirit King already knew that the power of Si Ming's left hand far surpassed that of his right hand, almost three times the difference. He dared not take it head-on, so he used his soft palm to defend, borrowing three parts, neutralizing three parts, and retreating three parts, using the force to retreat three steps, and then immediately used his ultimate move.