Longzang

Chapter 400 What Hatred or Resentment?

The battle between Zhao Fusheng and the Peacock Buddha Mother was like a thunderbolt striking the earth, reaching its peak in an instant.

Zhao Fusheng now held a large axe, and his Dharma image was actually a scroll painting, but the painting was blurry and he couldn't make out what it depicted.

With his left fist and right axe, his attacks, accompanied by flashes of light, wind, and thunder, constantly shifted, repeatedly probing the Peacock Mother's weaknesses. But whether it was lava and fire, or wind, sand, and thunder, they were all secondary; his powerful physical body and inherent magical power were the core.

The Peacock Monk was unpredictable, able to dodge attacks at the last second. If he couldn't avoid them, he would leave behind a phantom image of a golden bodhisattva. This golden image was both real and illusory, and Zhao Fusheng had to use his full strength to shatter it.

The Peacock Monk would occasionally point out a finger, its tip emitting a five-colored halo. Zhao Fusheng was very wary of this, and whenever the monk pointed, he would dodge, unwilling to take the blow head-on.

Both sides' every move was incredibly powerful, and pieces of the surrounding rock would suddenly disappear from time to time. This was because the power of their attacks overflowed, causing the mountain rocks to be annihilated upon contact.

Overall, however, both sides' attacks were extremely concentrated, almost never straying more than a foot from each other, without wasting a single bit of magical power.

The dozen or so cultivators who had been converted by the Peacock Monk received orders to approach the captured flying sable. Zhao Fusheng was furious, but he couldn't spare a hand and could only watch as the monk launched a full-scale attack.

The cultivators who were trembling on the top of the rocky mountain suddenly stepped back and jumped into the fortifications that had been prepared in advance. Then they set up multi-barreled flying sword cannons, and countless flying swords shot down at the cultivators below!
Although a single flying sword isn't very powerful, their sheer number and density are overwhelming. Moreover, the swords are guided by divine sense, so no matter how fast the cultivators dodge, they can't outrun the tiny flying swords. In the blink of an eye, blood splattered all over the cultivators' bodies, leaving them covered in wounds. Although these were only minor injuries, they would accumulate and eventually become serious.

None of the cultivators had ever seen such a weapon before. They were at a loss for what to do and quickly set up defensive magic treasures to protect themselves before slowly climbing up the mountain under the rain of swords.

Zhao Fusheng saw this scene from afar, his eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter. His attacks became like a storm, and he refused to let the Peacock Monk go to the rescue.

The monk remained calm, though a hint of ferocity flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, he roared, his voice high and strange, like the cry of a great bird in the sky. Then, a giant peacock appeared above his head, its two amber eyes fixed on Zhao Fusheng, and it spewed out a five-colored ray of light!
"I've been waiting for you!" Zhao Fusheng laughed loudly, and suddenly a strange beast with a human head and snake body, six arms and four legs rushed out of the scroll, each holding a different magical artifact.

It originally used its four arms to block the five-colored light, but in the blink of an eye, the magical artifacts in its hands showed signs of melting, so it had to use all six arms to block the peacock's breath.

On the other side of the Stone Mountain battlefield, cultivators also appeared, wielding rotating flying sword cannons, and instantly unleashed a rain of flying swords that seemed to cover the sky!
The two sword streams intersected, leaving the cultivators with almost nowhere to hide, forcing them to charge forward against the sword streams.

However, at this moment, a deep, rumbling sound rang out, and the cultivator at the forefront suddenly stopped, his leg detached from his body!
Despite suffering such severe injuries, the smile on his face remained unchanged as he continued to push forward against the stream of swords. However, his protective techniques had been broken, and in the blink of an eye, his physical body was shattered by the sword flow.

Another deafening roar followed, and a large hole suddenly appeared in the center of the body of a rogue cultivator in the middle of the group, almost as if he had been cleaved in two. A barrage of flying swords instantly concentrated on him, tearing his body apart!

With three sides firing at crossfire, there were almost no blind spots on the battlefield. Wei Yuan's shots were extremely powerful, breaking through defenses with a single blow, followed by a torrent of flying swords to finish them off. In the blink of an eye, six or seven cultivators were killed on the spot, while the other cultivators were suppressed and unable to advance, forced to climb up this death zone under the rain of swords.

Although the small flying swords were only equivalent to a single strike from a Human-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, they usually didn't hurt much when they hit, but a few dozen hits from them would be fine for a typical Dharma Avatar cultivator, and a hundred or two would be fatal. Coupled with Wei Yuan's targeted attacks, the Dharma Avatars suffered heavy casualties.

While the Peacock Buddha Mother and Zhao Fusheng were engaged in fierce combat in the distance, they were caught off guard and a third of their cultivators had already perished, including two cultivators from Qiongshan Immortal Island. Both of them were astonished. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the ambushing forces had already unleashed two or three thousand flying swords. What kind of magical treasure could be so powerful?
Suddenly, the Peacock Monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a giant peacock reappeared above his head. This time, instead of spewing out five-colored rays of light, it spread its tail feathers!
A magnificent feathered screen, tens of meters high, appeared, and patches of five-colored light instantly flooded the underground space. Everyone's bodies seemed to rust, their movements becoming unusually sluggish, even Zhao Fusheng was no exception. Zhao Fusheng remained calm; the scroll above his head spun faster and faster, constantly emanating desolate roars, as if some ancient behemoth was about to charge out. With each impact, large swaths of the five-colored light vanished.

Zhao Fusheng was a shrewd man and knew that the monk's great supernatural powers were extremely taxing and wouldn't last long. The more he struggled, the sooner he could break free of the restraints.

The peacock monk chanted a Buddhist prayer and prepared to retrieve the flying sable. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the side, and a powerful bullet shot towards them!

The monk shifted sideways, dodging the shot. But he immediately sensed something was wrong. Following the trajectory of the bullet, he saw that it had struck Zhao Fusheng squarely in the back of the head!

With a bang, the bullet twisted and deformed completely, falling to the ground. Zhao Fusheng lost a clump of hair and scraped his skin a little.

But the force of the shot was immense, leaving him dizzy and his vision blurred. Zhao Fusheng shook his head violently, his anger surging. Unfortunately, he was still bound by the Peacock Divine Power, and turning around felt like an eternity.

The monk, lost in thought, flashed to the foot of the mountain. Two torrents of flying swords shot in from either side, and the monk instantly returned to his original spot, his expression finally changing slightly. These three cultivators lying in ambush were unaffected by his innate supernatural power!
However, what the monk didn't know was that while Wei Yuan and the two Dragon Guards were indeed struggling to move, aiming didn't require any physical action. The slightest shift in the muzzle would cause the landing point to deviate by tens of feet. Furthermore, the flying sword could be guided by divine sense, so aiming wasn't always necessary.

As the monk frowned, he heard another booming sound.

The sound of this magical artifact is distinctly different from that of flying swords and machine guns. It fires only once at a time, each sound deafening and earth-shattering, like a thunderclap. The bullets it fires are also incredibly powerful, equivalent to a full-force attack from a Dharma Avatar, far surpassing that of a small flying sword.

The shot again struck Zhao Fusheng, because he was struggling to turn his head, so the bullet hit the junction of his temple and eye socket. It instantly forced his head back to its original position, and the bullet wound swelled up high!
Enraged, Zhao Fusheng turned around again, only to see a flash of fire in the distance. Instinctively, he looked down and another bullet struck his left brow bone, blowing off half of his eyebrow and causing his entire eye to swell up.

Three shots hit Zhao Fusheng in a row, leaving even the Peacock Monk stunned. He wondered if this man had some grudge against Zhao Fusheng for stealing his wife. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why he was so ruthless and specifically targeted Zhao Fusheng's face.

Wei Yuan was also shocked. Two shots were fired directly at his face, yet the skin wasn't even broken? This body's ferocity was comparable to his own!
He urgently assigned the task of figuring out how to increase lethality, but this time the vast land was full of cunning strategists who offered hundreds of plans, none of which worked.

By the time he was shot for the third time, Zhao Fusheng was enraged. He squinted his left eye, which was now just a slit, and let out a deafening roar. Suddenly, a huge dragon head emerged from the scroll and spewed out a burst of pure white flames.

The peacock, still displaying its plumage, let out a mournful cry, and white flames ignited on its tail feathers, instantly charring many of them!

The monk's face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood hit the ground and miraculously ignited into a pure white flame, which was then consumed in the blink of an eye.

The monk's expression finally changed. He withdrew his Dharma form, turned around, and left. All the cultivators he had converted also followed him.

Zhao Fusheng was also in a bad situation; his strength suddenly dropped significantly. But as soon as he gained his freedom, he didn't chase after the monk, but went straight for the attacker.

(End of this chapter)