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Chapter 447 - 446: Battle of Quasi-Saints, Lin Heng Can Join In Too

"Nonsense!"

"What kind of Demon King does he think he is? I am the real one!"

The Nine Nether Ao rebuked angrily.

Contending with Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King for the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell were two Quasi-Saints.

One was it.

The other was an ancient Great Immortal.

"Sun Wukong should be an Innate Holy Spirit. Even though he possesses the body of one of the Four Great Spiritual Monkeys, in terms of demonic energy, he is no match for the Nine Nether Ao."

The Ancient Immortal said, also puzzled as to why the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell would favor Sun Wukong.

"This artifact should only be contested among the four of us. If Sun Wukong dares to claim it, we shall kill him!"

The Great Ming King spoke, her tone exceptionally cold.

Yet when the Nine Nether Ao and the Ancient Immortal heard this, they chose not to pursue and actually stopped simultaneously.

"Forget it, since it has chosen its master, it means this item is not destined for me."

"You two can fight over it then."

The Ancient Immortal said, taking the lead in withdrawing from the scene.

"I bear no grudge against Sun Wukong."

"Let you people from the Buddha Country handle killing Sun Wukong."

The Nine Nether Ao said, also laughing heartily as it faded into invisibility.

"Damn it!"

Watching the two leave, the Great Ming King’s expression turned extremely unpleasant.

She certainly did not believe these two would give up on the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell.

The reason they left so decisively.

Was simply because they counted on the Buddha Country’s grudge with Sun Wukong, assuming that she and Ksitigarbha would handle Sun Wukong.

"What should we do?"

"Should we let them pick up the scraps afterwards?"

With the Qilin’s body divided, the Great Ming King’s anger was insatiable.

Thinking that even after dealing with Sun Wukong.

Those two would return to contest again.

She couldn’t suppress her fury.

Ksitigarbha, however, remained calm and said:

"Just make a move, let them try if they have the ability to contest."

Ksitigarbha’s face was pale, and he appeared weak.

Yet his words were extremely arrogant.

Not even considering the Nine Nether Ao and the Ancient Immortal worth his attention.

"Alright!"

"After the event, the Demon Bell is yours, I want nothing."

"Just hope that in the future, when I engage in the competition for Saints in the Mortal World, you and I will still stand together!"

The Great Ming King said, no longer bothered by the two Quasi-Saints.

She shook her wings, and the Five-Colored Divine Light poured over the heavens towards Sun Wukong.

Simultaneously, Ksitigarbha also made a move.

With what seemed to be a mere snap of his fingers.

Yet around Sun Wukong, a myriad of phenomena appeared.

Sun Wukong frowned, the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell instantly blossomed with halos.

With a buzz.

The melodious bell rang.

Reaching the Nine Heavens above, descending to the Yellow Springs below.

Blocking all the Nether Ghost Fire around.

The Five-Colored Divine Light of the Great Ming King poured down, and Sun Wukong, empowered by Combat Law, with fists like the sun and moon in the sky, forcefully shattered the divine light with a world-destroying force.

However, Ksitigarbha merely whispered a word.

Beneath Sun Wukong’s feet, a Purgatory Oil Pot inexplicably emerged.

The oil pot boiled.

Countless wronged souls and malicious spirits wailed from within, and bloody arms reached out, gripping Sun Wukong’s ankles, trying to drag him into the pot.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

The Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell, protecting its master, trembled continuously.

The bell’s resounding chime echoed through the universe, shattering everything in its wake.

The oil pot was churned into tempest waves, countless malicious spirits dissolved into nothingness.

Ksitigarbha, however, seemed unconcerned, as he clasped his palms together, chanting something unknown.

The Prison Guardian, previously used against the Qilin Emperor, reappeared.

An aura of immense terror fell like a torrential downpour.

The Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell was startled.

Its deep tones carried an undertone of fearful wailing.

Sun Wukong knitted his brows, as the Somersault Cloud soared forth, attempting to use Combat Power to break through the Prison Guardian’s aura.

"What are you thinking?"

The Great Ming King rebuked coldly, the Five-Colored Divine Light filling the skies to keep Sun Wukong occupied.

"So it’s really just bullying with numbers?"

Lin Heng descended from above, the Plantain Fan waving fiercely, with Samadhi True Fire filling the sky within the whirlwind.

Scorching the void into a twisted mass.

Yet the Great Ming King and Ksitigarbha couldn’t care less about Lin Heng.

It was instead the Divine Beast Diting who silently stepped forward.

Its trunk reached the heavens, like the Buzhou Pillar.

With a mighty inhale.

It swallowed up all the Samadhi True Fire!

Lin Heng slightly frowned.

Somewhat surprised.

But recalling how Diting previously dared to ambush the Qilin Emperor, it wasn’t strange.

Undeniably.

Diting hadn’t reached Quasi-Saint.

But being a natural anomaly and having long followed Ksitigarbha, listening to the insights of a Quasi-Saint.

Thus it had realized the existence of the Quasi-Saint Technique!

Moreover, its cultivation had already reached the Ninth Layer of Ancestral Immortal, and with its extremely special physique, there truly was no one in the Ancestral Immortal Realm it feared.

"A battle of Quasi-Saints, you, are not to interfere."

Diting spoke, its voice deep and resonant.

The towering trunk unleashed the Quasi-Saint Technique.

A suction power of utmost terror pulled Lin Heng like a leaf in a storm, instantaneously drawing him close.

Seeing himself about to be swallowed by the trunk, Lin Heng, rather than panicking, coldly declared:

"Matters of this poor Daoist, you, are not to interfere!"

As the words fell.

Chaos Qi surged forth from Lin Heng’s body.

Forming a Chaos Celestial Saber in his hands!

Without any hesitation.

The Chaos Celestial Saber slashed directly at Diting’s trunk.

Diting felt no fear, saying coldly, "In the same realm, I am the physique invin..."

The word "invincible" was yet unfinished.

Excruciating pain pierced straight to the crown.

All Diting could hear was a clang, followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart by the blade.

The next moment.

A severed half of the trunk plummeted from the sky, blood staining the firmament.

Hmm?

This sudden turn of events left Ksitigarbha momentarily stunned.

Not anticipating that Diting would actually get hurt!

Seeing the Chaos Celestial Saber continuing to fall, anger rose in Ksitigarbha’s eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, a vast Quasi-Saint aura descended like a mountain rain.

"Seeking your own doom."

Having bound Sun Wukong with the Five-Colored Divine Light, the Great Ming King, upon seeing Ksitigarbha attack Lin Heng, revealed a disdainful, cold smile.

She never regarded this Daoist, recently famous across various Immortal Realms, as noteworthy.

Because, in the eyes of a Quasi-Saint.

No matter how far you’ve cultivated.

Unless you attain Quasi-Saint.

You are a mere flick away from annihilation!

Yet in the next second, she was utterly stunned.

Ksitigarbha’s flick indeed pressed the Quasi-Saint Power towards Lin Heng!

What left everyone gaping in astonishment was.

The Immortal Court Daoist Lord, activating Heaven and Earth, enveloped his body with Chaos Qi.

With both palms pushing the sky.

Managed to withstand Ksitigarbha’s strike head-on!

In that moment.

The Great Ming King, Ksitigarbha, along with the two Quasi-Saints spectating from the periphery, widened their eyes in disbelief.

Diting, with half its trunk cut down, was even more aghast, murmuring in utter disbelief: "How is this possible?"

In the instant of everyone’s distraction.

Sun Wukong seized the moment, breaking free from the Prison Guardian’s power, wielding the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell, and landing beside Lin Heng.

Now standing shoulder to shoulder, they looked icily towards Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King.

However, at this time.

The two Buddha Quasi-Saints had no attention left for Sun Wukong.

Especially Ksitigarbha.

Staring intently at Lin Heng, his heart filled with utmost shock!