Chapter 51: Primordial Spirit Sword Control (Thanks to Beetle Through the Mountain for the tip)
The conflict between Buddha Dao and Daoism had existed for who knew how long.
It seemed that ever since the two paths began, they had disliked each other.
Buddhism spoke of the next life, while Daoism spoke of this one.
A conflict of principles was bound to be cruel.
Yet Zhou Yi had never expected that Zhengyang, one of Daoism's foremost experts, would disregard everything else because of this sectarian struggle.
It was one thing for cultivators to look down upon mortal affairs, but he actually wanted to aid tyranny and commit evil, all to weaken the Buddhist Sect.
How was that any different from the demonic monk who raised demons to devour Dragon Qi and throw the world into chaos in order to extend his lifespan?
Yan Chixia pointed his sword at Zhengyang and shouted furiously, "Has that old cow-nosed Daoist cultivated himself stupid? Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts, yet you actually want to raise demons and bring disaster upon the world!"
"Fellow Daoist Chixia, do not doom yourself!"
Zhengyang frowned. No one had dared point at his nose and rant at him for over a hundred years.
He raised a hand and grabbed, sending a giant True Essence palm toward Yan Chixia.
"Myriad Sword Art!"
Yan Chixia formed a sword seal with his fingers, and the Xuanyuan Sword transformed into hundreds upon thousands of sword lights that surged forward.
Each sword light was far weaker than the giant True Essence palm, yet exceptionally nimble, as though alive.
They wrapped around the giant True Essence palm and swept back and forth several times, annihilating one another into nothingness.
"No wonder you are so arrogant. Do you really think