novelraw Chapter 719 - 698: His Power Has Changed Again!
Chapter 719 - 698: His Power Has Changed Again!
At this moment, Master Ziming descended from the sky, and the phantom of Siwuya Mountain, accompanied by Master Ziming's palm, fiercely fell towards Ren Feng!
Like Mount Tai pressing down, it intended to directly suppress Ren Feng!
In that instant, Ren Feng suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of insignificance, as if in a boundless wilderness, or like facing a newborn sun in the Origin Ancient Village.
All the surrounding space was sealed, making it unavoidable. Ren Feng looked up at the incoming palm and let out a furious roar.
"Ah!"
His right fist clenched tightly, and as Master Ziming's palm descended, he violently punched upwards, as if meeting the palm with brute force.
The fist and palm clashed, seeming to momentarily halt time, but the next moment, a terrifying wave of energy spread outward, causing Yu Dian and others nearby to spit a mouthful of blood and be thrown off.
Crash!
The plaza beneath Ren Feng's feet emitted the sound of cracking.
A spiderweb-like pattern extended from where he stood, spreading outwards.
Another loud crash, and the plaza beneath Ren Feng's feet shattered, pressing him further into the ground!
In just a moment, half of Ren Feng's body was pressed into the ground, while Master Ziming jumped to sit in front of him, tossing the Buddhist Beads above Ren Feng and began chanting with his palms clasped.
Under that palm, Ren Feng was also injured, blood at the corner of his mouth, though a minor injury compared to the terror of feeling as if the phantom Siwuya Mountain was a real one!
The terrifying force sought to completely crush him, while the mountain's apparition did not dissipate, and the old monk continued reciting scriptures at the front.
"Benefactor, are you willing to change your thoughts?"
"Unwilling!" Ren Feng roared, a menacing look on his face. "And if I get out, I will kill you!"
Master Ziming shook his head, "Why put yourself through this? I don't wish to harm you, and these people have chosen to take refuge in Buddhism, I cannot stand by and watch them die."
"Have you not heard the story of Dong Guo and the Wolf?" Ren Feng sneered, "Old monk, even those who stay day and night in Buddhist temples, eating vegetarian meals and chanting, have demons in their hearts; while others, even with hands stained by countless blood, have Buddhas in their hearts. Buddha and demon are merely a thought apart."
"Old monk, do you know what you resemble now? You are the greatest demon!"
Ren Feng shouted, the True Qi within him surged once more, and in that instant, the entire Scripture Reading Plaza seemed about to crack as he rose from within, yet still bore the weight of Siwuya Mountain's phantom.
Master Ziming shook his head, continued chanting, and instantly, the Buddhist Beads above Ren Feng glowed even brighter, and the entire Siwuya Mountain's phantom grew heavier.
Nearby, Hong Wuliang and others gasped: "Master Ziming seems to have imbued his abilities into these Buddhist Beads."
Chen Qiudao remained silent for a while, "I've heard that advancing beyond this realm somewhat transcends the law of Martial Arts."
The others remained silent, watching Ren Feng stand there, roaring, their faces anxious.
"Why does Master Ziming assist Yu Dian and them?" Zhang Jian frowned and asked.
"It's his own Heart Demon," Feiyunzi said, looking at Master Ziming. "He seemed to mention the time he entered the Siwuya Mountain to meditate in the wall years ago, which is related, hence he helps Yu Dian and the others to lessen the guilt in his heart."
The others remained silent, knowing it was unfair to Ren Feng.
The middle-aged man from the Tang Sect and Tang Xiao watched in amazement, their eyes opening wide in astonishment.
The Siwuya Mountain remained a phantom, but the force emanating from it was real. Ren Feng felt he was reaching his limit, his left leg suddenly kneeling on the ground.
"Benefactor, surrender," Master Ziming sighed softly.
"I will not surrender. Solving your Heart Demon is your own affair, but cannot come at the expense of others' suffering. Bald monk, you disgrace the title of an enlightened monk!"
Ren Feng roared, his face even more ferocious, "And do you think you can trap me like this?"
Master Ziming sighed gently and began chanting again. With his chanting, the weight of the entire mountain increased.
Ren Feng gritted his teeth, a trace of viciousness in his eyes as the force hindered the smooth flow of his True Qi. Yet, at this moment, he felt his Late Yang State could no longer persist.
After passing the Fourth Yang Tribulation, though the Late Yang State lasted longer, this foe was simply monstrous, beyond his capabilities.
Ren Feng shakily took out a silver needle from his waist pocket, unwrapped the cloth strip, glancing at the old monk before inserting the needle into his acupoints.
Not far off, Liang Keqing watched this scene, already wracked with sobs.
"Ren Feng, please let it go! We won't seek revenge, we'll return to Miaojiang, Master, please spare him!"
Unable to hold back, Liang Keqing shouted.
The surrounding martial artists were unwilling to listen, a deeper guilt filling their hearts.
"Master, let him go!"
Liang Keqing's eyes were filled with tears, she was about to rush forward but was stopped by the Tang Sect's middle-aged man.
"Don't go. They're both locked in a stalemate. If you go, the True Qi might affect you, and your strength can't withstand it."
Ren Feng gritted his teeth, a cold sweat covering his forehead, but as the final needle pierced, his body stiffened.
Then, an incredibly terrifying surge of energy erupted!
Using the stimulation technique again in the Late Yang State, though it posed severe harm to the body, Ren Feng had to use it, he had to kill Yu Dian and the others!
"Ah!"
Ren Feng roared in pain, flames in his eyes turning back into roaring four-clawed golden dragons, as the flame markings on his right cheek began spreading to his left cheek.
Moreover, the flames around Ren Feng blazed fiercely, suddenly transforming into purple flames!
The blazing purple flames appeared eerie and enchanting, and the flames also engulfed his clothing, as if forming a fiery robe!
His sudden transformation shocked all the experts present once again.
"His, his strength seems to have changed again!"
Chen Qiudao stuttered, eyes filled with disbelief and fear. How could this be possible? Why was his strength still rising at this stage?