Chapter Forty-Eight Imperfect

  Five hundred seasoned veterans of the battlefield, holding powerful crossbows, simultaneously launched a dense barrage at their target. The ferocity of their attack and the intensity of their killing intent were far beyond what ordinary martial artists could match in their petty squabbles for dominance. If this were on the battlefield, there would be no need to exaggerate - just this one move alone would be enough to annihilate the enemy army, leaving corpses scattered all over the field and rivers of blood flowing. Even Tang Men's Seven Killers, renowned for their ability to take on a thousand soldiers, couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines as they imagined themselves in the enemy's position, realizing that they would have no way to withstand this relentless, rain-like barrage of five hundred powerful crossbows.

  In the blink of an eye, Guardian Monk's face revealed a hint of astonishment, as if he dared not believe that Yang Xiu had actually turned against him. However, perhaps it was just an illusion. Not allowing anyone to take a closer look, 500 crossbow arrows brought with them a powerful destructive force, piercing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Guardian Monk didn't know whether he couldn't dodge in time or simply hadn't thought of dodging, and in an instant, his entire body was riddled with countless arrows. The dense black crossbow bolts completely buried him, and no one could see his expression clearly anymore.

  No excitement or emotion, the seasoned army put down their crossbows, not even bothering to spare a glance at the dead body. All they ever cared about was how to kill living people, and would never waste energy on caring for a corpse.

  But this time they were wrong, and very badly so. In fact, the idea that the so-called Five Hundred Divine Arrows can kill a great martial arts master at will is just their foolish thinking as ordinary people.

  The arrow that had exhausted its kinetic energy fell to the ground, and surprisingly, not a single drop of blood was stained on it. The broken monk's robe fluttered in the wind, revealing a suit of golden armor that shone brightly all over his body. The guardian monk stood with his hands clasped together, standing upright on the divine weapon that was neither a wheel nor a hook. His majestic aura descended from heaven, emitting an aura that seemed to be more substantial than Mount Tai itself. In an instant, the three warships "Snow Drink", "Heavenly Punishment", and "Shock Silence" with over 2,000 people on board all felt their breathing become difficult and their heartbeats accelerate, including Yang Xiu, who had the highest martial arts cultivation among them. The King of Shu was slightly startled, then gathered his thoughts and shouted: "Hundred Battles, listen to my orders! Three-sectioned crossbow array, kill for me!"

  If there is anyone on this ship who can withstand the absolute gaze and aura of the strong, it would be none other than Bai Zhan! These five hundred men are like five hundred precision killing machines, only understanding to obey Yang Xiu's orders, almost devoid of any emotions that a human should possess. As soon as the command is given, the crossbow machines immediately tighten their strings and load flying arrows, not even wasting half a moment. The sound of breaking wind and whistling rises in unison, five hundred strong crossbows divided into three segments firing in rotation, the momentum although not as fierce as before, but more prolonged and enduring, precisely the unbeatable method to wear down the inner family masters' protective true energy!

  Shouwang Heshang's face sank, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed. In an instant, his aura changed from warm and compassionate to majestic and unparalleled. His hands transformed into the "Mahavairocana Buddha Seal". The protective aura around him condensed into an invisible iron wall. The five hundred strong crossbow arrows that were about to hit him were immediately repelled and flew back in all directions, not touching a single hair on Shouwang Heshang's body. Before Yang Xiu could give another order to change formation, the Buddhist guardian deity kicked off the ground, and his divine weapon spun rapidly into the air. Shouwang Heshang followed closely behind, his body radiating brilliant golden light, and shouted loudly: "You are obstinate and unenlightened! Let Guanyin Bodhisattva's pure and sacred sound enlighten you! Om mani padme hum!"

  The pure and thick Buddhist true energy, accompanied by the monk's recitation of the six-character great bright mantra, poured onto the divine weapon called "Unsatisfactory". In an instant, Unsatisfactory resonated violently, amplifying the sound waves infinitely, like a thunderclap shaking the sky, pressing down on the crowd on the deck of the Five-Toothed Giant Ship.

  The sound wave was invisible, but it truly had extremely powerful lethality. Five hundred elite soldiers gathered together could be called an invincible army, but if you talk about individual martial arts, they were not even as good as the three bodyguards of the Wu An Martial Arts Bureau back then. Under the sonic boom, they were immediately shocked to have their five internal organs overturned and six internal organs boiling, with a large amount of fresh blood spraying out like a fountain, dyeing the deck into a deep red color.

  Lai's unexpected defeat was a heavy blow, and Yang Xiu felt both pain and anger. His own cultivation was deep, and he used all his might to defend himself against the sonic attack, which was more than enough to resist. However, as the king of Shu, he had to preserve his strength to deal with the things in Lingyun Cave, so it wasn't convenient for him to make a move at this time. At this moment, Qingyin sank his voice and shouted: "Mr. Mu, Wind Palm Gate, Yan Burg Master!"

  Three great masters emerged in unison. Among them, Feng Yueru was the most enthusiastic about fame and fortune, seeing this as a great opportunity to show off, how could he let it go? He stretched out his hands to block Mu Xinghe and Yan Wugong, bowed his back, and shouted: "Soul-destroyer, unsheathe!" The sword scabbard on his back suddenly shook violently, and a bright red light shot out from the scabbard. Compared to the 500 strong crossbows flying together earlier, an even more ear-piercing whistling sound cut through the sky, actually neutralizing the thunderous shock of the Six-Word Great Bright Mantra.

  Shouwang and Shang slightly stunned, his mind involuntarily divided. Seizing this brief moment, the wind and rain suddenly turned sharp, with a loud shout of "Quickly!" A red light flashed, and immediately followed by a swift and fierce killing intent that was as fast as lightning, stabbing straight at Shouwang's heart!

  The red light had not yet arrived, but the killing intent had already reached. Guardian monk did not hesitate, his handprint naturally transformed into the "Mahavairocana Mudra". The incomplete one followed closely behind, rapidly spinning in mid-air, only to hear the sound of "ding ding ding" of the linked iron rings. The red light crisscrossed, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to discern. However, the incomplete one continued to revolve around his body, steadily defending the perimeter, not allowing the red light to cross over the thunder pool by half a step. After exchanging blows over a hundred times, the internal energy and true strength of both sides were compressed to the extreme point, finally leading to an explosion. The sound of thunder shook the air, spreading far and wide, audible from afar. Guardian monk along with his divine soldier, the incomplete one, was blown back by the blast, flying straight backward, "Boom!" falling into the river heart, violently bursting out a column of water that shot up into the sky. Feng Yueran on the deck turned pale, retreating seven steps as if struck by a giant hammer, spitting out a large mouthful of dark black blood. He hastily beckoned with his finger to recall the red light, which immediately flew back and hovered quietly in front of its master. Tang Yu's eyes lit up, exclaiming: "This is the Super Divine Soldier - Soul Destroyer?"

  The red light was actually a strange-shaped long sword. The body of the sword was not flat like an ordinary knife, but was in the shape of a cross with four blades stacked on top of each other. The edges of the blade were lined with wolf-like teeth, and there were countless small, sharp reverse spikes protruding from it. Such a bizarre thing, to call it a sword would be quite forced.

  But the power of the Super Divine Soldier will not be reduced in the slightest due to its unusual shape. Just like how Guardian Wandering Monk can pour his true yuan into an imperfect body and defeat 500 elite soldiers with one blow. The soul-destroying ability can also make Feng Ye Ru surpass his limits, making him use the sword technique that has reached the pinnacle of perfection, entering the realm of "Super Sacredness" where only then can he use the flying sword technique.

  But the wind and rain at this time are bitter, only oneself knows. The Soul-destroying Sword is as its name suggests, the sword destroys souls, people's souls are severed. What is severed is not only the enemy's soul but also one's own soul. The truth of surpassing one's own strength to wield the flying sword is that it transforms one's lifespan and accelerates the emergence of unmatched power. Just that one round of rapid attack, this young master of Qingcheng has already shortened his life by three years.

  In exchange for three years of his life, he gained the recognition and admiration of Shu King Yang Xiu, which was a very profitable deal. Feng Ye Yu took a few deep breaths on this stormy night, just as he was about to speak. Suddenly, from the center of Min River came the sound "Splash~", a golden light burst forth, splitting the waves and shooting into the sky - it was actually the monk Guardian. Looking at him, he had an air of divinity, full of energy, and compared to Feng Ye Yu's disheveled state, they were worlds apart. Clearly, even without his divine weapon, just relying on his own cultivation, he far surpassed this Qingcheng Sect Master.

  Shuang and Shang stepped forward, their faces unsatisfied. In a stern voice, they said: "Amitabha Buddha! Your Majesty, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

  Yang Xiu secretly urged the Far Flying Divine Art, and the Wind Cloud Hand gathered momentum to be released. He calmly replied: "This king was born of the dragon species, with true dragon blood, capable of what others cannot. What nonsense is this about turning back into a shore? It's simply absurd!"

  The eyes of the guardian monk flashed with a fierce light, and he slowly said: "Although the World-Honored One is compassionate and benevolent, to protect the Tao and eliminate demons, there are also thunderous methods. Since Wang Ye is obstinately ignorant, this poor monk can only be ruthless and use his divine powers to subdue the demon!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped entangling with Yang Xiu and others, and stepped on the divine soldier, spiraling rapidly. In an instant, a vast and unmatched true energy surged, condensing into an invisible attractive force. The clouds in the sky and the water of the Min River were affected by this force, simultaneously rising and falling, suddenly connecting heaven and earth, forming a gigantic dragon-shaped tornado that had never been seen before.

  This attack was simply unimaginable. It wasn't until now that Yang Xiu, with a changed expression, realized that the monk's martial arts skills were far more advanced than he had anticipated. At this point, it was already too late for him to intervene, as the monk was hiding in the dragon whirlwind and no one could find his exact location. Before anyone could come up with a plan, the dragon whirlwind swept by with a loud howl.

  The two small Huanglong-class warships, Tianzui and Jingjue, were the first to be unable to withstand. Swept by the strong wind, they broke in half on the spot. The four sections of the ship's hull rose high under pressure, then plunged straight into the bottom of the Min River. Amidst the cries for help, thousands of people either fell into the water or were blown high into the sky by the strong wind. The monks and the unfulfilled momentum did not stop, and again rushed towards Xueyin with a rolling attack. Although the solidity of the Wuyat giant ship was not comparable to that of the Huanglong-class warship, what difference could it make in the face of this heavenly power? At this time, the left side of the deck was the first to be affected, and the five-story shipbuilding also collapsed with a loud noise. The entire hull made a "clicking" sound, crumbling and shattering inch by inch under the torture of the tornado.

  In such a situation, there is no room for even half a thread of reserve. Muxing River took a deep breath and shouted loudly as he leaped into the air. His right hand reached to his waist and drew out another strange weapon that was both sword and knife, divided into thirty-six sections, which could be combined or separated at will. With a loud cry, he shouted: "Dragon Spin Awakening!"

  Dark light burst, eclipse the sun! The starry river people merged into a swift and agile black dragon, rushing straight to the center of the hurricane. In an instant, the dragon's shadow soared, the hurricane raged, two giant pillars, one white and one black, roared in the center of Minjiang River, unfolding a thrilling and unprecedented fierce battle. The thunderbolt exploded continuously, advancing and retreating, surprisingly, they were evenly matched and unable to gain the upper hand.

  The battle seemed to be temporarily evened out, but the soul had to transform its lifespan in order to drive away the similar, rotating dragon spiral, and there were also hidden worries.

  It is said that 300 years ago, a fierce and evil dragon was practicing in the Dianchi Lake of Nanzhong County, Yizhou, stirring up winds and waves, causing harm to the people. The ancestor of the Diancang sect went underwater to subdue the dragon, after seven days and nights of fierce battle, finally killed the evil dragon, and took out the dragon bones, casting a divine soldier dragon spiral, from then on forever treasure of Diancang town mountain.

  Shouwang and Shang use the unfulfilled drive of heaven and earth's energy to trigger tornadoes. The power is so strong that it cannot be resisted by human force. Mu Xinghe has no choice but to release the dragon soul sealed in the Dragon Spin to counterattack. However, this means that his own divine consciousness must also withstand the increasingly intense impact of the dragon soul wave after wave. If he can't withstand it, his three souls and seven spirits will be extinguished, and he will become a soldier, until he is drained of every last bit of energy and dies miserably.

  At this critical moment, the slightest distraction would lead to an irreparable outcome. Mu Xinghe had no choice but to desperately urge on his divine soldiers, hoping to defeat the powerful enemy before the deadline arrived. Although he knew it was like trying to quench thirst by drinking poison, he couldn't afford to think about that now. The dragon's rotation was in full swing, its movements unpredictable and ever-changing, with infinite variations and uses. As it churned and pounced, it spun inward, cutting and slashing from the outside in, rapidly reducing the power of the tornado-like storm. In a flash of lightning, Mu Xinghe saw a golden light flicker before his eyes - it was the Guardian Monk, who was spinning around with incredible speed, his divine soldiers dancing wildly in his hands as he launched a fierce attack with all his might.

  The dragon's rotation was swift and urgent, even the long sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The guardian monk wanted to avoid it but couldn't, in a flash of lightning, the pure and thick Buddhist true energy poured out imperfectly, the divine soldiers stopped rotating but shone brightly, and suddenly charged at the dragon's rotation head-on.

  Fierce and sharp, the turbulent flow surged forward, the dragon-shaped tornado completely dispersed, and the vast waters poured down from above. In an instant, the entire Min River seemed to have flashed a few times. The majestic Buddhist swastika golden seal shot up into the sky, while the eerie dragon shadow crashed down to the ground. Mu Xinghe, who was desperately clinging to the divine spear, suddenly lost all his strength, and like a meteor falling from the sky, he violently slammed onto the deck of the "Snow Drinking" ship, then frantically plunged downwards, piercing through seven or eight layers of cabins, precisely hitting the center of the ship's keel.

  The five-masted giant ship, which was originally rushing straight towards the Lingyun Mountain like a runaway wild horse, suddenly stopped. The hull of the ship then began to tilt to one side, and although its momentum had not yet dissipated, it continued to slide up onto the riverbank, finally crashing over with a loud "boom". The tall mast crashed heavily to the ground, not only shattering into powder under its own weight, but also sending up clouds of smoke and dust that enveloped everything in the surrounding area.

  The guardian on the half-empty mountain was also having a hard time. He looked exhausted, his face pale and wan. His aura was dull and his spirit greatly reduced. Although he couldn't see through the smoke and dust, the mournful cries from the river below were all too clear to him. His heart swelled with sorrow and pity, and his will to fight diminished. He knew that today he could no longer stop Yang Xiu and the others, but fortunately there were still capable people guarding the passes behind, and the secrets of Lingyun Cave still had a chance of being preserved. He had already done everything in his power, and now all he could do was give up. With a sigh in his heart, he clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute, and with a mighty cry, flew off towards the peak of Lingyun Mountain.

  What's wrong with you? NONONO, I've always been very serious. The great * said that in "Dream of the Red Chamber", some people see lust, some people see anti-feudalism, and some people see Taoist teachings. So all these are just what's in your hearts, go ahead and spank yourself 100 times, 100 times.

  Finally...