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"Alright, I'll fight you then." He moved and charged towards Chengye.

The two clashed instantly.

Nangong Yehua moved swiftly and instantly appeared in front of Chengye. Without hesitation, he threw a punch, the force of which carried the immense power of the ninth level of Golden Blood, like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Ye's expression turned solemn. He knew that Nangong Yehua's strength was extraordinary.

He quickly raised his hand, his palm radiating golden light, which was the protective true energy he had condensed from his fourth-level Golden Core cultivation.

His palm collided violently with Nangong Yehua's fist in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

Where the two clashed, shockwaves surged, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force.

Although Cheng Ye blocked Nangong Yehua's attack, he was still forced back several steps by the force of the attack.

However, Chengye did not stop there. After regaining his balance, he quickly adjusted his breathing and struck out with his palm.

This palm strike gathered all his strength, its force sharp and seemingly capable of piercing through everything.

Upon seeing this, a hint of admiration flashed in Nangong Yehua's eyes. He did not dodge, but instead threw another punch to meet the attack.

The two attacks collided again in mid-air, unleashing an even more intense burst of light and sound.

The battle between Nangong Yehua and Chengye intensified, with their figures intertwining and their punches and kicks flying like the wind. However, Nangong Yehua gradually realized that...

He cannot gain the upper hand in this duel based solely on his martial arts skills.

Cheng Ye's cultivation at the fourth level of the Golden Core stage 3.4 allowed him to reach an extremely high level in both strength and skill, forcing Nangong Ye Hua to re-evaluate the battle.

Suddenly, Nangong Yehua flashed away, creating distance between himself and Abbot Chengye. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body.

In his perception, there seemed to be a powerful force slowly circulating within his dantian, like a giant vortex constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

Chapter 249 Nangong Yehua vs. Cheng Ye

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, it was as if a flame was ignited within Nangong Yehua's body, and his aura instantly became sharp.

He could feel his meridians becoming more resilient under the influence of spiritual energy, and his strength was constantly increasing.

Just then, Nangong Yehua shouted, "Hidden Demon Hand!"

With his shout, his hands suddenly turned as black as ink, as if shrouded by an evil power.

This is a special martial art that Nangong Yehua has cultivated, called "Hidden Demon Hand," which can unleash powerful force instantly, making it impossible for anyone to defend against.

Nangong Yehua moved swiftly, charging towards Chengye Abbot once more. His hands danced in the air like a ghost, each movement accompanied by a whooshing sound.

When Master Chengye saw Nangong Yehua's "Hidden Demon Hand" attack like a ghost, he was shocked but remained calm.

He knew this attack was no small matter and that he had to go all out to defend against it.

Master Chengye took a deep breath, quickly clasped his hands together, interlocked his fingers, and muttered incantations, as if summoning some mysterious power.

As he chanted, the air around him began to ripple slightly, as if an invisible force was gathering.

"The Azure Bell Proclaims!"

Chengye, the presiding master, shouted loudly and authoritatively.

Immediately afterwards, he thrust his hands forward, and a burst of blue light erupted from his palms, forming an indestructible barrier.

This azure barrier, like a giant bell, emitted a faint light, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.

When Nangong Yehua's "Hidden Demon Hand" struck the barrier, a dull thud was heard, as if something had been hit hard.

Nangong Yehua's attack was completely blocked by the barrier. He felt a huge recoil force, which made him take a few steps back.

He looked at Abbot Chengye in surprise, not expecting that the other party possessed such powerful defensive martial arts skills.

Chengye, the host, also looked at Nangong Yehua, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He knew he had used all his strength to barely withstand Nangong Yehua's attack. And Nangong Yehua's strength had indeed shocked him.

When Nangong Yehua's "Hidden Demon Hand" touched Qingzhong Xuanming, presided over by Chengye, it was completely blocked by the solid barrier, leaving only a low echo.

Nangong Yehua's lips curled into a playful smile, and he laughed loudly:

"Great, let's do it again!"

He vanished from his spot in a flash, reappearing beside Chengye.

Nangong Yehua's hands transformed into pitch-black demonic hands once more, striking towards Abbot Chengye's side.

Abbot Chengye reacted swiftly, immediately turning Qingzhong Xuanming's barrier to the side, once again blocking Nangong Yehua's attack.

Nangong Ye 093 Hua was not discouraged. He changed his position again, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, launching attacks on Chengye from multiple directions.

His speed was extremely fast; each attack seemed to tear through the air, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

Chengye, the abbot, was equally determined. He kept a close eye on Nangong Yehua's figure and constantly adjusted the direction of Qingzhong Xuanming's barrier to block Nangong Yehua's attacks.

The two figures moved quickly across the training ground, each collision triggering a strong energy fluctuation.

The surrounding monks were all stunned by the fierce battle, watching with bated breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

Chapter 250 Shocking Eternal Susanoo!

This battle is not only a contest of strength and skill, but also a battle of wits and will.

Nangong Yehua's attacks grew increasingly fierce as he tried to find a weakness in Chengye's defenses.

Meanwhile, Chengye, the master of the hall, did his best to continuously defend against Nangong Yehua's attacks.

As the battle between Nangong Yehua and Chengye intensified, the other high monks watching began to show deep concern.

They gathered at the edge of the training ground, their eyes fixed on the two masters, their faces full of solemnity.

Some high-ranking monks clasped their hands together and chanted incantations, seemingly praying for Abbot Chengye to escape danger in this battle.

Their faces were etched with worry, and their eyes gleamed with unease, as if they foresaw that the battle to come would be even more difficult.

Other high-ranking monks frowned, their eyes revealing surprise and awe at Nangong Yehua's strength.

They hadn't expected this young cultivator to be so powerful, able to fight Abbot Chengye to a standstill.

This strength put them under unprecedented pressure.

However, as Nangong Yehua's attacks became increasingly fierce, Chengye began to struggle.

The high monks watching the battle felt even more worried upon seeing this scene.

They knew that if Abbot Chengye lost this battle, Tianling Temple's reputation would be greatly affected.

Therefore, they all cheered for Cheng Ye, hoping that he could withstand Nangong Yehua's attack and achieve final victory.

At the same time, they were also praying that the battle would end as soon as possible to avoid further casualties and losses.

Back to the battle!

In the duel hosted by Cheng Ye, Nangong Yehua tried to break through Qing Zhongxuanming's defense from multiple directions, but each time he failed.

He knew that the Qingzhong Xuanming technique was a unique skill of Chengye, and it would be difficult to break through in a short time.

Therefore, Nangong Yehua stopped attacking, withdrew the Hidden Shadow Demon Hand, and a cunning glint flashed in his eyes.

Then, while circulating his spiritual energy, he looked at Abbot Chengye and laughed, "Old bald monk, let's see how you deal with this next move."

He took a deep breath and began to slowly circulate the spiritual energy within his body. At his dantian, powerful streams of spiritual energy surged like rivers, continuously gathering around him.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and he seemed to be enveloped in a faint light.

Upon seeing this, Abbot Chengye was slightly taken aback. He could sense the changes in the spiritual energy within Nangong Yehua's body and knew that Nangong Yehua was about to unleash some powerful martial skill.

He dared not be careless in the slightest, clasped his hands together, and stared intently at Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua channeled his spiritual power to its limit and suddenly shouted:

"Eternal Susanoo! Activate!" With his command, a dense demonic aura erupted from his body, instantly enveloping the entire training ground.

(The demonic aura) was cold and evil, sending chills down one's spine.

Amidst the surging demonic energy, the enormous warrior figure became increasingly clear, like a demon god emerging from an ancient legend.

He has wings on his back, the feathers are as black as night, shimmering with a cold light, as if they can pierce the void and bring endless darkness and destruction.

Each feather seemed to be formed from demonic energy, trembling gently with Nangong Yehua's will, releasing waves of chilling energy.

Chapter 251 Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva!

His body was tall and strong, covered in heavy black armor, which was covered with mysterious runes and totems.

These runes seemed to contain boundless power, shimmering with a faint light with the warrior's breath.

The armor's surface was uneven, as if it had been forged through countless hammer blows, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.

In his left hand, he gripped a giant sword formed from demonic energy. The sword was jet black, with a sharp edge, radiating a fierce sword aura.

The sword was engraved with deep demonic runes, which seemed to have a life of their own, flowing with the warrior's movements and releasing waves of demonic energy that sent chills down one's spine.

In his right hand, he held a huge shield. The surface of the shield was also engraved with intricate magical patterns and totems, and the center depicted various ancient ferocious beasts.

These ferocious beasts come in various shapes and sizes; some are ferocious and terrifying, while others are majestic and imposing. They seem to have been given life.

The shield trembled slightly with the warrior's breath, radiating a chilling aura of power. Its edge was as sharp as a blade, capable of easily cutting through any obstacle.

The samurai's face was hidden beneath his armor, revealing only a pair of deep, cold eyes. These eyes gleamed with a chilling light, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and lies.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful and mocking smile, as if he had seen through all of Chengye's defenses.

The entire samurai image is majestic and domineering, like a demon god who has emerged from hell, inspiring awe in all who behold him.

His (bede's) appearance cast a pall of oppression and tension over the entire training ground.

When Abbot Chengye witnessed the giant warrior conjured by Nangong Yehua, he felt a surge of emotion.

The warrior had wings on his back, wore armor, and held a greatsword and shield. A ferocious beast totem appeared on the shield, surrounded by demonic energy that made one's heart tremble.

However, Cheng Ye's gaze did not falter; instead, it became even more resolute.

He clasped his hands together and spoke slowly, his voice deep and solemn:

“Benefactor, your demonic energy is too strong. Let this old monk help you dispel it.”

As he spoke, his Buddhist robes fluttered in the wind, as if a mysterious power was surging within him.

As Abbot Chengye's chanting of the Buddha's name grew louder and louder, his physical form began to change.

A golden Buddhist light burst forth from his body, instantly illuminating the entire training ground.

In this golden light of Buddha, Abbot Chengye's figure gradually grew taller, as if a compassionate Bodhisattva had descended to earth.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Abbot Chengye seemed to have pushed his technique to its limit. He shouted:

"Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva!"

The chanting of Buddhist mantras grew louder and louder, and the Buddhist robes fluttered in the wind, as if echoing the wind and clouds between heaven and earth.

As the exercise progressed, Abbot Chengye's body shone with a dazzling golden light.

Amidst the golden light, a colossal image of a thousand-armed bodhisattva gradually emerged, as tall as Nangong Yehua's Eternal Susanoo, standing majestically on the training ground.

This Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva is formed from golden light, and its form is solemn and sacred.

Countless golden arms extended from the Bodhisattva's back, each arm radiating a faint Buddhist light and possessing a unique shape.

Some arms hold ritual implements, such as vajras and demon-subduing pestles, radiating a powerful Buddhist force; others form hand mudras, as if chanting scriptures, conveying compassion and wisdom.

The appearance of this Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva enveloped the entire training ground in a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

Compared to Nangong Yehua's demonic Eternal Susanoo, it appears more solemn and compassionate, like a sacred being protecting all living beings.

Chapter 252 The Eternal Arrow "The Deadly Arrow!"

With the appearance of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, the atmosphere in the training ground became extremely tense.

The confrontation between Abbot Chengye and Nangong Yehua is no longer a simple contest of strength, but a clash between two completely different forces—demonic energy and Buddhist light.

Nangong Yehua stared at the solemn Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

He knew that his opponent was no easy opponent, but that did not shake his conviction.

He gripped the demonic sword tightly, took a deep breath, and his demonic energy instantly surged, as if it would devour the entire training ground.

Surrounded by demonic energy, Eternal Susanoo's body appeared even more imposing and majestic, like a demon god emerging from the darkness.

Abbot Chengye clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist chants he uttered grew louder and louder, as if they were about to penetrate the heavens and earth and reach the hearts of people.

His eyes were firm yet compassionate, as if he wanted to purify all the evil in the world.