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Chapter 299 The true magic of subduing demons, the Tathagata of the Great Sun!
Chen Zhan looked at the three monks of Xuan Kong with a playful gaze.

In fact, the current situation is a game between several parties. Since the three Buddhist sects know the origin of the Demonic Sect and even how the relics are made, they probably know that a special method is needed to activate the relics.

Therefore, the three Buddhist sects set up the stage and put on a show, just waiting for the demonic sects to make their move.

As for having others try it, it was merely a means to gain their trust, something of little value. Xuan Kong was certain that the Imperial Guards could not activate the relic even if they tried it casually, and therefore there was no risk involved.

The key point is that the members of the Demonic Sect made their move.

But Xuan Kong was unaware that the Demonic Sect was also divided into two factions, who were also engaged in a power struggle.

Whoever strikes first becomes the target of everyone's criticism.

Therefore, Chen Zhan kept Han Tiange in check, and the people of the Nanyang Demonic Sect finally couldn't hold back any longer.

But the three Shaolin sects are not fools; they would not fail to guard against this move.

"Stay!"

Xuan Kong let out a low shout, his voice finally breaking the silence, carrying a hint of cold killing intent.

Before Xuan Kong finished speaking, a unified chanting of Buddhist prayers suddenly rang out from outside the hall, making the beams and pillars of the hall vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and powerful internal force surged in like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Mahavira Hall. The air was filled with the righteous aura of Buddhism, and the killing intent permeated the entire hall.

Disciples from the three Buddhist sects, who had been lying in ambush outside the hall, attacked simultaneously. Eighteen experts at the Innate Realm took their positions, their robes fluttering as golden internal energy intertwined.

The Buddhist secret technique of "Vajra Subduing Demons".

This formation requires eighteen people who are of one mind and share the same inner strength. By using their inner strength to activate the Demon Subduing True Technique, its power is boundless. It was with the help of this formation that the Buddhist sect was able to severely damage the main force of the Demonic Sect.

This time, experts from three sects arrived outside the hall, and eighteen innate masters formed an array, their power unimaginable.

"Subduing Demons True Technique, Great Sun Tathagata!"

Xuanhe and Fayuan stood up at the same time, standing side by side with Xuankong. The three monks formed hand seals, and their inner strength flowed continuously into the formation.

Eighteen innate masters chanted Buddhist mantras in unison, and golden light surged within the formation. A golden Buddha palm condensed, like the Great Sun Tathagata descending, carrying a world-destroying power, and struck down at the two fleeing Tibetan monks.

The two Tibetan monks felt an immense pressure, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them, and they were unable to break free.

Their swift movements suddenly froze, and they were struck by the golden Buddha's palm less than ten feet from the temple gate.

"Oh!"

A deafening roar shook the two monks, who were sent flying back like kites with broken strings, several times faster than when they had charged out.

The crimson aura around them instantly dissipated, black blood gushed from the corners of their mouths, and the relics in their hands nearly flew out.

Upon seeing this, the martial arts practitioners inside the hall cried out in alarm and dodged to the sides, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Han Tiange's face turned pale. It was not surprising that the three Buddhist sects had set up such a killing trap, but what shocked her was the Demon Subduing True Technique. Its power was truly astonishing, and for a moment she forgot to dodge.

Chen Zhan's eyes narrowed, and with a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed Han Tiange's arm and retreated swiftly.

The two touched the ground with their toes and instantly retreated several feet, landing steadily in the corner of the hall, just in time to avoid the Tibetan monk who was flying backward.

"Boom!"

The two Tibetan monks slammed heavily onto the golden brick floor in the center of the hall, instantly shattering the bricks into dust and filling the air with smoke and dust.

"Amitabha! You demonic fiend, you still think you can escape?"

Xuan Kong's recitation of a Buddhist chant sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Whoever just got the relic will probably end up like this if they try to leave.

Amidst the dust and the astonishment of the crowd, Chen Zhan and Han Tiange quietly retreated to a corner. Chen Zhan's voice reached Han Tiange's ears: "Is the relic truly as Xuan Kong said, a one-time use item?"

Han Tiange looked at Chen Zhan and said, "Of course not, otherwise why would I agree to help you heal your injuries?"

"Why do you ask?"

Chen Zhan did not answer, but looked at the dust in the arena and said calmly, "This is going to be a good show."

As he finished speaking, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and two figures slowly stood up. The red light around them had transformed into a strange black and red internal force, which coiled and flowed like a venomous snake.

Their scarlet monk robes had long since shattered under the impact of the Buddha's palm, revealing black tight-fitting clothes embroidered with skulls and demonic patterns underneath. The skull prayer beads around their necks made a whistling sound, as if they were sucking in the surrounding bloody smell.

The short Tibetan monk's horizontal scar split open, oozing dark red blood, yet he showed no pain; instead, he exuded a ferocious aura.

The two men's powerful palm strikes had failed to harm its core, and the relic they had been holding had vanished without a trace.

With his demonic powers revealed, Han Tiange recognized the two of them.

"The short one is the Soul-Slaying Dharma King, and the tall one is the Heavenly Azure Dharma King. They are very important in the Southern Ocean Demonic Sect, and only the sect leader can surpass them."

Chen Zhan asked in surprise, "The Southern Ocean Demonic Cult has no Left and Right Envoys?"

He knew that Han Tiange was the Left Envoy. The Persian Demonic Cult had Left and Right Envoys and Four Dharma Kings, but now only one Left Envoy and one Dharma King remained.

The cult leader is no longer here.

"No, in the Holy Church, the Dharma King and the Left and Right Envoys are of the same rank, not superior and subordinate."

"I see."

The two communicated telepathically, but since there were many people in the hall, all talking loudly or softly, they were not noticeable.

In the ruins, the relic that the Soul-Slaying Dharma King had been holding was now gone.

"Where are the relics?!"

Xuan Kong's eyes widened, golden light surged around him, and he activated the Crimson Vajra Technique to its fullest extent. His tone was filled with boundless rage. He had set up this trap to lure the demonic cult members out. If he could extract the method for using the relic, all the better. If not, he would capture the demonic cult members alive; he had plenty of ways to make them talk.

But now the relics have suddenly disappeared.

Han Tiange also noticed this situation and, in surprise, heard Chen Zhan say, "It was eaten by that Soul-Slaying Dharma King!"

Only he, with his exceptional eyesight, saw that the two people who had just been struck by the Buddha's palm and sent flying backward swallowed the relic the moment they landed.

That's why he asked Han Tiange, "Are relics disposable?"

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice hoarse and shrill, his black and red inner energy surging like waves:
"Old bald monk Xuan Kong, thank you for hosting this banquet! With the combined internal energy of over a hundred martial arts masters, plus the accumulated wisdom of your Buddhist sect over the past century, this relic is now even more powerful than before. It is truly a wonderful gift!"

"Demon cultists, hand over the relic!" Xuanhe shouted sharply, golden energy gathering at his fingertips, ready to strike at any moment.

"Hey, you bald monk, don't you understand? Today I'll take your three bald monk heads as the beginning of the Holy Church's return to the Ming Dynasty!"

Before the Soul-Slaying Dharma King could finish speaking, he and the Heavenly Azure Dharma King beside him simultaneously blurred, their black and red inner force condensing into sharp claws, like two black lightning bolts, heading straight for the three monks, Xuan Kong, Xuan He, and Fa Yuan.

Their movements were extremely strange and fast, but although they were said to be demonic arts, they had no evil aura and instead followed a light and agile path.

"court death!"

Xuan Kong and his two companions were prepared and attacked simultaneously.

Xuan Kong thrust out with both palms, the Vajra Palm Print carrying the force of thunder, directly striking the Soul-Slaying Dharma King.

Xuanhe unleashed the "Doro Leaf Finger" technique in succession, with dozens of golden finger beams intertwining into a net, blocking all of the Heavenly Azure Dharma King's escape routes.

Fayuan then formed a mudra with his hands and chanted Buddhist mantras. A golden Buddhist light enveloped his body, transforming into a solid barrier. At the same time, he swept his palms to restrain the two's attacks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The internal forces of Buddha and demon collided violently, the golden Buddha light and the black and red demonic power clashed fiercely, and the shockwaves swept through the hall like a hurricane.

The gold brick floor was cracking inch by inch, the beams and pillars were shaking, and dust was falling in clumps.

The black and red claws of the Soul-Slaying Dharma King collided with Xuan Kong's Vajra Palm, actually tearing a gap open. The corrosive nature of the demonic power caused the golden palm print to emit black smoke.

Tiancang Dharma King dodged Xuanhe's finger beam, then turned and went straight for the Buddha light barrier of Dharma Source.

The claws gripped the Buddha's light, producing a harsh scraping sound. The black and red internal energy spread like ink, corroding small holes in the Buddha's light.

"What domineering demonic power!"

Fa Yuan's expression changed, and he quickly activated his internal energy to reinforce the barrier.

Seeing this, Xuan Kong roared and increased his palm force by three points. The golden palm print swelled several times, forcing the Soul-Slaying Dharma King back several steps.

Although the two were suppressed by the three monks, they were not flustered at all, nor did they show any signs of defeat. In fact, their skills became even more profound, and their black and red internal energy flowed continuously, seemingly inexhaustible.

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King swept his gaze across the crowd in the hall, a smirk playing on his lips as he muttered incantations.

The main hall was large enough, but after a few moves, many people, fearing they would be implicated, had already left the hall.

Chen Zhan, with his keen senses, sensed that something was wrong with the Soul-Slaying Dharma King. Han Tiange, who was beside him, also noticed the problem and urgently transmitted his voice, "He is using the relic!"

Chen Zhan pulled Han Tiange away from the hall, then threw a jujube pit nail at Shen Tong.

Shen Tong was still watching the battle, completely unaware of the danger.

Even after the jujube pit nail struck him, he turned around and saw several people fleeing out of the hall. His reaction was swift: "Go!"

He led the Imperial Guards and fled quickly out of the palace.

Not long after they left the main hall, a violent aura erupted from inside the hall behind them.

The incantation chanted by the Soul-Slaying Dharma King became increasingly rapid, the syllables obscure and strange. His black and red internal energy surged like boiling magma, instantly breaking through the three-foot limit and transforming into a wave of demonic flames several feet high.

The force of this aura was so violent that it seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, crashing into the walls and dome of the main hall.

"Crack!! Boom!"

The wooden doors and windows were instantly shattered by the blast wave, and the flying wood chips shot out like sharp blades.

The brick wall collapsed with a crash, and large bricks and stones, accompanied by smoke and dust, fell down with a bang. The tall Buddha statue enshrined in the hall could not withstand the weight and broke off from the shoulder. The Buddha's head rolled off, smashed on the ground and shattered, the gold paint peeled off, revealing the clay body inside.

The martial arts practitioners who had not yet completely evacuated from the hall were simply unable to withstand this immense impact.

Like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, they were helplessly swept out of the hall, screams mingling with the cracking of bones, and gushing blood, along with the flying and exploding limbs, stained the bluestone ground outside the hall red, a scene of extreme horrific tragedy.

Only a handful of leaders from major sects, such as Master Taixu of Wudang and the head of Hengshan Sect, reacted extremely quickly. They instantly activated their internal energy to protect their disciples, touched the ground with their toes, and leaped out of the hall, using their internal energy to support their backs and resist the impact.

That's why I wasn't seriously injured.

The rest of the people who remained in the hall were almost all either dead or injured, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, a horrifying sight.

Only a dozen or so renowned innate masters managed to hold on for a moment by releasing their internal energy, and then rushed outwards at top speed, escaping death, but they also coughed up blood and their internal energy surged wildly.

Shen Tong and Pei Qian led the Imperial Guards a few steps ahead. Only two junior officers at the back of the group were affected by the aftershocks of the shockwave and suffered minor injuries. The rest of them were unharmed.

The Imperial Guards turned to look at Shen Tong, their eyes filled with genuine admiration.

Pei Qian also felt that Xu Long's decision to have Shen Tong lead the team seemed to make some sense.

Chen Zhan and Han Tiange had already retreated to a distance of ten zhang outside the hall and stood side by side.

The two looked back and saw that the entire Mahavira Hall was on the verge of collapse. The hall was completely filled with dense red and black internal energy, and waves of dark and blood-like energy surged and overflowed from the damaged hall.

(End of this chapter)