Yunxiao chased Nuwa fiercely with a hoe over her shoulder, leaving Nuwa speechless.
Nuwa had originally thought she could teach Yunxiao a harsh lesson, but who would have thought that she would be the one getting chased instead?
If not for Zhang Yifan's presence, Nuwa would have stopped holding back long ago.
Of course, Yunxiao also knew that Nuwa had her reservations and would not dare strike to kill.
Seeing that the Primordial Era Mighty Beings seemed to have come to spy on the situation, Nuwa vanished outright.
Only Yunxiao was left behind, laughing heartily.
Yunxiao also sensed divine awareness spying on her. She had already put away her hoe, concealed her aura, and descended from the clouds.
"What a treasure."
Yunxiao was still excited. "Next time, I'll go dig up those little people from the Western Teachings."
With that thought, she headed toward Golden Ao Island.
Meanwhile, after Yang Jian left Zhang Yifan's small courtyard, he was also rushing toward Mount Mei.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Heaven Sealing Plan had left Yang Jian shaken and horrified.
He knew that perhaps not much time remained for the future. Only increasing his own strength could serve as the foundation for facing every crisis.
The brothers of Mount Mei could no longer drift about freely like idle clouds and wild cranes. They needed to cultivate diligently.
This time, when Yang Jian returned to Mount Mei, he specifically brought two buckets of food for the Howling Celestial Dog.
Speaking of which, these so-called buckets of food were actually pig feed made by Zhang Yifan, meant for feeding pigs.
But when Yang Jian sensed that even the pig feed contained Fragments of Great Dao Laws, he could no longer remain calm. He stubbornly begged Zhang Yifan for two buckets.
The Howling Celestial Dog could not accompany him whenever he visited his grandfather's home. This time, bringing back some pig feed containing Fragments of Great Dao Laws would help it increase its strength.
There was no helping it. He did not even have enough food for himself, and he could not stop himself from eating it, so he could only settle for this pig feed.
On the only road leading to Mount Mei, two people suddenly appeared and blocked his path.
When Yang Jian saw who they were, his heart turned cold. He knew they had come with ill intent, but he still smiled. "Manjushri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, what a coincidence. Where are you two headed?"
"Yes, what a coincidence indeed, meeting you here," Samantabhadra Bodhisattva said with a smile.
While smiling, he joined forces with Manjushri Bodhisattva to activate the great killing formation they had long laid in ambush.
"What does this mean, you two Bodhisattvas?" Yang Jian's face darkened as he drove his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd heavily into the ground.
"What does it mean?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva snorted coldly. "Yang Jian, you killed our mounts. What do you think it means?"
"I killed your mounts? When?" Yang Jian put on an expression of surprise and confusion.
Manjushri said angrily, "Erlang Shen, stop playing dumb! On Lion Camel Ridge, wasn't it you who killed the Green Mane Lion and Yellow Tusk Elephant?"
"Oh." Yang Jian smiled. "Those two demons who harmed the people and devoured humans everywhere? You two Bodhisattvas are compassionate and save people from suffering. How could such demons possibly be your mounts? Are you mistaken?"
"They were this venerable one's mounts!" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva roared.
Yang Jian sneered. "They really were your mounts? You call yourselves Bodhisattvas, yet you allowed your mounts to descend and become demons, ravaging the common people and turning innocent folk into wronged souls. And you still have the nerve to speak? You truly have no shame!"
"What does it have to do with us if they descended without permission?"
"What does it have to do with you if I killed them without permission? Demons like that deserve to be slain by everyone! I, Yang Jian, was eliminating evil for the people!"
"Yang Jian, don't be so arrogant!"
Manjushri Bodhisattva pointed furiously at Yang Jian. "For the sake of our former fellowship in the Chan Teachings, sever one of your arms and kneel to admit your mistake today. Then I, your martial uncle, will spare your life."
"Hahahaha, martial uncle? Are you two still Daoist Manjushri and Daoist Samantabhadra?"
Yang Jian threw back his head and laughed. "You are merely two traitors to the Chan Teachings, yet you still have the nerve to call yourselves my martial uncles? Sever an arm and kneel to admit my mistake? Has water gotten into your brains? If I do not hurry to clean house, you should count yourselves lucky."
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also burst into laughter and mocked him. "Clean house? You little brat, no matter how talented you are, you are only a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. The two of us are Grand Unity Golden Immortals as well. You are still far too green."
Manjushri sneered as well. "The two of us have joined hands. Today, we will make you pay your blood debt in blood! We will use your dog head to honor our mounts."
Manjushri Bodhisattva's face was filled with killing intent. His voice was icy as he waved a hand and activated the formation. With a sweep of the innate spiritual treasure Wisdom Sword, boundless killing intent transformed into countless divine swords and struck at Yang Jian.
"Good, good, good! Dogs of the Western Teachings dare openly intercept and kill a heavenly official of the Celestial Court. This is outright rebellion!"
Yang Jian's Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique circulated at top speed. He raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and swung it fiercely several times, annihilating the divine swords that filled the sky.
"What is the Celestial Court? It thinks it can govern the Western Teachings?" Samantabhadra sneered, gripping the innate spiritual treasure Vajra Pestle and smashing it down.
Manjushri did not remain idle either, raising his sword and slashing down as well.
The two Grand Unity Golden Immortals unleashed their techniques with all their strength. They were determined to avenge themselves, and they also wanted to use this chance to kill one of the Jade Emperor's trusted generals.
For a time, the heavens and earth collapsed within the killing formation. Flames surged into the sky, creating a scene of utter apocalypse.
Yang Jian also responded with all his strength, pushing the power of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal to its limit.
But in the end, two fists could not defeat four hands. After a fierce battle, Yang Jian retreated again and again before Manjushri sent him flying hundreds of miles with one sword strike.
"Hahahaha! Yang Jian, surrender your head!" Manjushri Bodhisattva laughed.
Yang Jian laughed as well. "Surrender my head? The warm-up is not even over yet! I merely wanted to see what you two were capable of. Now that I have seen it, you are nothing much."
"Hmph, mere sharp words are not worth mentioning! Die!" The Vajra Pestle in Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's hand instantly expanded into a pillar supporting the heavens and smashed down viciously, shattering even the void.
Watching that earth-shattering pestle descend, Yang Jian remained unhurried. He put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd and took out a two-foot-long wooden stick.
It was precisely half of the hoe's wooden handle that he had obtained from Zhang Yifan.
"Die, die, die! You two useless fools have little skill but big mouths. Let this Heavenly God teach you how to die properly."
Yang Jian mocked them as his Early Quasi-Saint cultivation erupted in an instant!
Vast pressure swept in every direction like a celestial river pouring down and a tsunami rolling forth, instantly blasting away the mountain-sized Vajra Pestle!
"Quasi-Saint?!"
Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva widened their eyes, both horrified and enraged.
No way!
Yang Jian had still been a Grand Unity Golden Immortal just a few months ago!
How had he become a Quasi-Saint mighty being now?!
He had been beaten about and forced to flee just now, but it had all been an act. They had been played by him!
Damn it, Yang Jian had been pretending to be weak to devour them!
Manjushri and Samantabhadra were furious!
"That's right, a Quasi-Saint! Take this stick!"
At the instant the two were distracted, Yang Jian laughed loudly and smashed the short stick toward Samantabhadra's head!
"Watch out!" Manjushri shouted, raising his sword to block it.
Boom!
Crack, crack, crack.
The innate spiritual treasure Wisdom Sword was actually snapped apart and shattered by a single blow!
Samantabhadra was also sent flying a thousand miles by the immense force, vomiting blood without end.
"My Wisdom Sword!"
Manjushri cried out in shock. "Yang Jian, what magic treasure is that in your hand?!"
Facing Yang Jian, who had abruptly become a Quasi-Saint, was already shocking enough for the two of them. Yet he also possessed a magic treasure that was even more terrifying!
"This? Starting today, it shall be called the Dog Beating Stick!"
Yang Jian patted the short stick in his hand and smiled. "This Dog Beating Stick is made especially for beating running dogs of the Western Teachings like you!"
"I'll beat you!" Yang Jian roared, raising the stick and striking again!
Boom!
Boom!
Manjushri and Samantabhadra were terrified and hurriedly tried to defend themselves.
But they were only Grand Unity Golden Immortals. How could they possibly contend against Yang Jian, a Quasi-Saint?
With the short stick, a Great Dao Artifact, added to the mix, the two could only flee for their lives.
Whether they could escape was another matter entirely!
Bang!
The innate spiritual treasure Vajra Pestle shattered.
"My Vajra Pestle!"
His magic treasure destroyed, Samantabhadra cried out miserably and spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Hahaha! Samantabhadra, watch my Dog Beating Stick!" Yang Jian raised his stick and struck again.
Terrified, the two could only flee.
"Run!"
Samantabhadra shouted and called for Manjushri as he prepared to flee through the air.
"Run? Do you think you are the only ones who set up formations?" Yang Jian sneered. He activated his own formation as well, leaving the two with nowhere to escape.
"You! How sinister!" Samantabhadra was filled with terror. Yang Jian had deliberately shown weakness and let himself be pursued, all so he could secretly set up a formation!
"I'm sinister? This Heavenly God is utterly open and aboveboard! I set up this formation right under your noses, unlike you lot, who only know how to lie in ambush in the shadows. Hahahaha!"
As Yang Jian spoke, he could not help mocking the two.
What a joke. They were such useless fools that they had not even noticed him setting up a formation right before their eyes.
"I'll beat you! I'll beat you! I'll beat you! I'll beat you!"
Yang Jian laughed freely as he pursued and battered the two, beating Manjushri and Samantabhadra until they leaped and scrambled about, clutching their heads as they fled.
Thud!
Samantabhadra took a blow to the head, and a huge lump immediately rose on his forehead!
Thud!
Another blow! Another lump rose up!
When the Great Dao Artifact wooden stick struck, even the primordial spirit suffered heart-rending agony.
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was so miserable that he wanted to cry, yet he could not even scream!
"Still trying to run? Hehehe!"
Yang Jian flashed forward and grabbed Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. He kicked him down to one knee, then stepped on his lower leg so he could not escape.
Then Yang Jian raised the stick and viciously hammered it down on his head!
"I'll make you run! I'll make you arrogant! I'll make you conceited..."
Thud, thud, thud!
Thud, thud, thud!
He struck him seven or eight times in a row!
Poor Samantabhadra Bodhisattva had lumps stacked on his head like nine layers of arhats. Every layer bled, and his face was drenched in blood!
He looked as ridiculous as he was miserable!
Meanwhile, Yang Jian was laughing heartily.
In this scene, Yang Jian resembled a terrifying evil ghost or demon god, making Manjushri Bodhisattva, who was fleeing nearby, tremble like a mortal.
Bang!
Crack!
Yang Jian broke both of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's legs with one strike, then knocked him unconscious with another. He tied him up and tucked him under his arm.
Then he raised the stick and pursued Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Oh, my mother!
Manjushri Bodhisattva went numb from head to toe, frightened out of his wits. His Grand Unity Golden Immortal power surged frantically as he used every skill he possessed for one purpose alone: escape!
The scene was just like childhood, when a child was chased by his mother holding a stick and trying to whip him!
Manjushri was about to cry.
If he had known, he never would have come!
He had failed to kill anyone and was about to be killed instead!
Azure Heaven!
Who would save him?!
Bang!
Yang Jian's stick was his answer.
With one blow, Manjushri's back exploded in a spray of flesh and blood. He crashed into the ground like a cannonball, smashing out a deep crater!
Yang Jian flashed over with invincible momentum and stomped hard on Manjushri Bodhisattva's head, pressing him into mud and water. His Quasi-Saint power surged endlessly, making for an overwhelmingly imposing sight!
"My life is over!"
Manjushri Bodhisattva vomited blood without end, filled with boundless regret. How had an exalted Bodhisattva of the Western Teachings suffered such calamity, only to die at the hands of this junior?
Golden light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He slowly raised the short stick, drawing endless thunderbolts that lit up the sky. The void shattered, and its aura grew terrifying beyond measure.
With one strike, he was about to smash down and end Manjushri's dog life!
"Disciple, stop!"
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