The Power of the Bloodline

"Clang!"

The head hit the ground with a crisp sound. As it rolled, the veil fell off, revealing a skull forged from black iron and inlaid with ebony.

The cannon platform hovered motionless high in the sky. A clear light rose up, revealing a man in white. He was of ordinary appearance, height, and temperament; he was the second senior brother of the Bureau of Astronomy, an ordinary man beyond compare.

Sun Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Asura at the top of the tower.

Asura casually waved his hand, turning the expensive Law Artifact puppet into dust.

As Warlock is not good at melee combat, Sun Xuanji, like other third-rank sorcerers, is extremely wary when facing martial artists.

Unlike experts from other systems, Warlock are proficient in weapon crafting and formations are well-versed in the art of spending money, giving them more room to maneuver and allowing for more elaborate and flashy techniques.

This Law Artifact puppet is one of Sun Xuanji's masterpieces. Its body is even harder than that of a fourth-rank martial artist, and its torso is engraved with ninety-nine small arrays, giving it the abilities of teleportation, protection, and the Five Elements Formation.

His arms are like small-caliber cannons; even a fourth-rank master would be seriously injured if he took a single shot.

In addition, its most core ability is the Spirit Gathering Array engraved on its head, which allows Sun Xuanji to separate a Primordial Spirit to attach to.

The puppet can unleash the power of a third-grade Warlock in a short period of time.

However, when the Primordial Spirit is attached to the puppet, Sun Xuanji's original body cannot move, and the puppet's power is slightly weaker than that of the original body.

Therefore, Law Artifact puppets are not very practical in actual combat, but they are perfect as bait.

If Asura has no backup plan, then Sun Xuanji will take the opportunity to break the sealing tower and release the divine remains.

Conversely, this allows them to probe Asura's true intentions.

Clearly, this youngest son of the Asura King was no ordinary person; he, too, had made prior arrangements.

"The Warlock of the Great Feng."

Asura slowly said that he perished in the Sixty-Year Demon Purge Battle, and by then, the Warlock System had already existed for a hundred years.

"Supply is due!"

Sun Xuanji then uttered those two words.

As he finished speaking, Asura, who was fighting Xu Qi'an, vanished in a golden light.

One of the three major Arhat positions, the position worthy of offerings.

Arhats who are worthy of offerings, as the name suggests, are deserving of offerings from both heaven and earth. This is the most profound and mysterious attainment in Buddhist School. Arhats who attain this attainment are among the most compassionate beings in the world.

The attainment of the worthy of offerings has two main abilities: to make vows and to receive offerings.

Making a wish: Pilgrims offer tributes and make wishes, and the Arhats who preside over the offerings will grant their wishes.

Of course, there are limitations; it's impossible to fulfill any wishes.

Offerings received: The Arhat who holds this position may actively request offerings.

Inside the sealed tower, there is a relic worthy of offerings.

Before the war began, Asura, who had been prepared, offered tribute and made a wish to the relic, hoping to obtain an ally who looked exactly like himself.

Shariputra responded to his wish and, with the power of the fruit of offering, summoned an assistant who looked exactly like Asura.

Subsequently, Asuro himself hid in the surrounding area.

Throughout the entire series, Xu Qi'an's opponents were always the helpers "summoned" by the relic, not Asura himself.

This helper, limited by the status of the relic, although perfectly replicating Asura's abilities, had a cultivation level of at most the early stage of the third rank.

Furthermore, its effect is extremely short-lived, only effective temporarily and not for long-term use.

Asura was luring Xu Qi'an's accomplices. He could have chosen to attack together with the clone, but that would only alert them and scare Xu Qi'an away.

Before they even clashed, both sides had already laid out their plans and set traps.

The result was a 50/50 split.

"Was it my recent spying that alerted you?"

Xu Qi'an gripped the Taiping Blade tightly in his right hand and slowly walked towards the Sealed Tower.

"Bodhisattva Guangxian had long anticipated that the Southern Demons would seize the opportunity presented by Buddhist School's interference in the struggle for orthodoxy in the Central Plains to subdue the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Asuro's voice was young yet deep. "Therefore, I was entrusted with guarding the Southern Frontier."

I hate enemies with brains. Xu Qi'an lowered his knees and shot towards Asuluo like an arrow, his Taiping Blade flashing with dazzling light, distorting the air.

Bite!

The Taiping Blade was held between two fingers, and no matter how much its energy was released, it could not harm Asura's Vajra body.

Xu Qi'an spun like a top, causing the Taiping Blade to spin as well, allowing it to break free from the enemy's grasp.

Asura withdrew his finger and said calmly, "No killing!"

The power of discipline descended upon him, rendering him incapable of fighting or resisting.

Their fighting spirit was completely worn away.

Immediately afterwards, the ring of fire behind Asura's head went out, and a majestic golden halo took its place.

His demeanor changed drastically, becoming domineering, sharp, and murderous, like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed.

The pagoda spun in response, also emanating a powerful and domineering suppressive force, attempting to influence Asura and weaken his power.

Bang!

Asura clenched his fist, ignoring the power of the Floating Pagoda, and struck Xu Qi'an in the chest, causing his dark golden skin to crack inch by inch, and his chest to cave in instantly.

Its powerful, offensive killing force directly tore apart the Vajra Divine Skill.

If Asura cannot break through the Vajra Divine Skill, how can he be worthy of being called the strongest fighter below the Bodhisattva level?

Xu Qi'an transformed into a cannonball and flew out, crashing into one house and palace after another, leaving a trail of dust and ruins in Nanfa Temple.

It's really a stretch for a pagoda that has lost its master's blessing to influence an Arhat who has attained the fruit of killing thieves.

Suddenly, Asura turned to the side, and a dark golden blade of light grazed past him before disappearing into the Nanfa Temple complex.

Seconds later, buildings and palaces cracked open, like tofu being sliced open by a knife.

Using the shadows as cover, Xu Qi'an leaped and silently appeared behind Asuluo to launch an attack. Because the Heavenly Gu's "Star Shifting" ability concealed his presence, Asuluo was not alerted to the martial arts crisis.

That quick movement just now was purely based on my own on-the-spot reaction.

However, this caused Asuluo to lose the initiative. As he dodged the blade's flash, Xu Qi'an closed in, his left hand in a fist and his right hand holding a knife, coordinating their attacks.

Ta-da!

His fists exploded like cannonballs, raining down on Asuro.

The halo behind Asuro's head receded, and the blazing ring of fire exploded with a "boom," illuminating the dark night.

Seamlessly switch between Arhat and Vajra.

Already tall and muscular, his muscles bulged out, making him appear even larger.

When!

This Asura Vajra slammed his headbutt into Xu Qi'an's forehead, forcefully interrupting Xu Qi'an's combo with even stronger and more domineering power.

In the brief moment of losing consciousness after everything went black, Xu Qi'an remembered Fuxiang's words—Asura failed in his Vajra practice and switched to the Zen master system.

A person qualified to practice the Vajra Dharma Form possesses power and energy that is at least at the third level of Great Perfection.

Only a more powerful martial artist can interrupt a martial artist's combo attack.

The next moment, the roles reversed. Asuro's ring of fire on the back of his head went out, and a halo of light appeared. His fist, imbued with the power to kill thieves, punched deep dents into Xu Qi'an's body.

Now, it was Xu Qi'an's turn to be caught in a desperate situation, being attacked in succession by the martial artist.

With Asura's strength and the relentless damage from his "Never Give Up" status, even if a single combo doesn't kill a warrior with high vitality, it can still cause him to decline in condition and his strength to drop significantly.

The scales of victory have thus tipped.

Upon seeing this, the monks of Nanfa Temple cheered, feeling a true sense of relief.

Venerable Asura is invincible; no one can defeat him unless he reaches the first level.

"Venerable One" is an honorific title for the Buddha's disciples.

The Buddha attained enlightenment thousands of years ago, and most of his disciples have been lost to the flow of time.

In Buddhist School today, the only ones who can be called Venerable Ones are the Bodhisattva Garuda, the Bodhisattva Guangxian, and the youngest son of the Asura King before us.

High-ranking figures like the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva and the Arhats who deliver sentient beings from suffering are considered rising stars in Buddhist School.

"Everyone, quickly form ranks and seal off the west courtyard. Don't let the outsiders and their accomplices escape. Warrior monks, leave the temple to assist the city defense forces in extinguishing the fire and capturing the arsonists."

An old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows spoke loudly.

"Yes, Elder Panfa!"

The monks were filled with fighting spirit, and their previous fear and panic vanished.

While Xu Qi'an was "restraining" Asuluo, Sun Xuanji was not idle either. He stood on the edge of the cannon platform and slowly spread his arms.

A circular array appeared above his head, its patterns resembling twisted flames.

The twelve cannons rose into the air, throwing themselves into the formation. The moment they made contact, the cannons, cast from fine iron, melted rapidly, removing impurities and turning into blazing molten iron.

The molten iron floated above Sun Xuanji's head, staining his white robes with an orange hue.

The second array was completed, covering tons of molten iron, which rapidly cooled with a hissing sound.

During the cooling process of the molten iron, a cannon barrel with an oversized caliber is formed, and then the cannon body is also shaped.

A prototype of a super-large artillery piece was born.

Warlock who master formations have essentially abandoned furnaces and ordinary fire for weapon crafting.

Then, Sun Xuanji's fingers flew, drawing arrays in the air. One by one, array patterns of different shapes, symbolizing the power of different fields, were created and systematically imprinted on the super-large caliber cannon.

They were used either to reinforce the cannon barrel or to gather spiritual energy. Within a dozen breaths, dozens of arrays were completed.

It was forged from an ultra-large caliber Law Artifact cannon.

"Smack!"

Sun Xuanji snapped his fingers, and the array patterns on the cannon barrel lit up one by one, triggering a chain reaction that lit up the array patterns on the entire cannon.

Powerful spiritual energy began to gather, and a fist-sized ball of light appeared inside the cannon's muzzle. As the spiritual energy condensed, the ball of light continued to grow.

This process lasted about ten seconds, then Sun Xuanji suddenly roared:

"Good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Asuluo, who was relentlessly attacking Xu Qi'an and venting his violence, suddenly had his chest caved in, followed by varying degrees of collapse in his abdomen, ribs, back, shoulders and other parts of his body.

His dark golden skin resembled cracked porcelain.

In an instant, his Vajra Divine Skill collapsed, his internal organs suffered severe damage, and his breath rapidly weakened.

Jade shattered!

Xu Qi'an activated the Jade Shattering Technique, returning 60% of all the damage he had suffered.

This is the limit that can be achieved by shattering jade.

Taking advantage of Asuluo's severe injury, Xu Qi'an blended into the shadows and appeared in the distance.

"Smack!"

Sun Xuanji snapped his fingers.

Boom!

The cannon barrel spewed out a blazing beam of light, a beam a meter in diameter enveloping Asuro.

The entire Nanfa Temple was illuminated as brightly as day by this beam of light.

The monks stared blankly at the beam of light, as if looking directly at the sun, their eyes stinging and tears streaming down their faces.

They couldn't understand the sudden plot twist.

The fiercely competitive Xu Qi'an squinted, staring intently at the beam of light.

At the top of the pagoda, the phantom image of the Pharmacist appeared, and soft golden light poured down from the jade bottle, healing his injuries. Combined with the powerful self-healing ability of a third-rank martial artist, it slowly removed the power of the slaying enemy's fruit.

As expected of the renowned warrior-slaying rank among the second-grade Buddhist School sects, its combat prowess, while not quite matching the special characteristics of the National Guardian Sword, is still capable of suppressing the self-healing power of extraordinary martial artists when accumulated over time.

In a one-on-one fight, I can't beat Asura. Even if I use Jade Shatter, it only returns 60% of the damage—it's like killing 800 enemies while losing 1000 of my own. Luckily, I have the Pharmacist's Dharma Form.

Xu Qi'an thought to himself with lingering fear.

Two plus three Buddhist School masters are simply terrifyingly powerful.

"With Senior Brother Sun's full-force attack combined with the damage from my Jade Shatter, Asura, even if he doesn't die, will no longer pose a threat."

The outcome is decided!

The pillar of light lasted for about twenty breaths before its power was exhausted and it slowly dissipated.

Asura appeared in everyone's sight, sitting cross-legged. The beam of light struck and created a deep crater. He clasped his hands together and sat in the crater.

His robes were burned away, and the skin of this young Asura King was almost completely burned away, revealing tender red flesh that melted like wax.

The most horrifying sight was his head; the flesh was burned away, revealing the charred skull.

His facial features were twisted together like molten wax. Only two charred holes remained in his eye sockets; his eyeballs were gone.

Xu Qi'an's Jade Shattering Technique directly shattered Asura's golden body and severely damaged his internal organs.

Even though he managed to use his Zen skills to defend against the "bombardment" in time, he was still in poor condition and could not escape the full force of the third-rank Warlock's attack.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Xu Qi'an's body merged into the shadows, then emerged from Asuluo's back.

The Taiping Blade slashes down!

Without the blessing of the Vajra Divine Skill, Asuluo's current physical condition is insufficient to withstand the sharpness of the Taiping Blade.

Once his head is severed and handed over to Sun Xuanji for sealing, Asura will only face the path of exhausting his life force and perishing completely.

Knock knock knock.

At that moment, Xu Qi'an heard the sound of drums, dense and muffled drumbeats.

Despite his surprise, this did not stop the Taiping sword from striking down.

Bite!

A sharp metallic clang rang out, and the Taiping Blade slashed out, sending sparks flying. It failed to sever Asura's head, as it was blocked by the outstretched hand of the opponent.

A hand as black as ink.

Asura's burned skin regenerated rapidly, and his skull was first covered by tender red flesh, and then wrapped in a layer of black skin.

Within a few breaths, Asuro's injuries were fully healed, and his appearance changed drastically. He became as black as ink, like a demon from the abyss.

"It's been so long since I unleashed my bloodline power that I almost forgot I'm the strongest warrior of the Asura race."

With a sigh, Asuluo flicked his finger, and the Taiping Blade almost slipped from Xu Qi'an's hand.

Only then did Xu Qi'an realize that the dense drumbeats were Asuro's heartbeat.

Upon seeing Asura in this state, Xu Qi'an's pupils dilated slightly, revealing an expression of extreme shock and astonishment.

His loss of composure was not due to fear of Asura's power.

Rather, he had seen another person with this unlucky skin.

The divine, pitch-black form!

The power of bloodline... this is the power of the Asura race's bloodline?!

That deity is