freenovelworld Chapter 565: Wealth Moves the Heart
Chapter 565: Wealth Moves the Heart
"No thought, you are guilty."
At the heart of the battlefield on Mount Sumeru, Chen Futu held a blank stele suspended in his palm. His black hair and long robe billowed in the wind, exuding supreme majesty. At this moment, Wunian had fallen to the ground, his body stained with blood, his brocade cassock tattered. He stared intently at Chen Futu, then at the Buddhist kingdom engulfed in flames, and couldn't help but feel sorrow: "Destroy my Buddhist land, slaughter my disciples. Chen Futu, today this humble monk will make you regret coming to Mount Sumeru."
"Heh, you dare to make a fuss even when you're about to die?"
Chen Futu transformed into a streak of light and gave chase.
By attacking Consort Ge, the Holy Emperor has crossed his bottom line, and today the two sides are destined to have an unpleasant ending.
"All Buddhas pay homage to the ancestral temple".
Wu Nian launched a desperate counterattack, disregarding the burning of his inner strength. Even at the cost of falling in cultivation level, he was determined to kill Chen Futu.
Unfortunately, Chen Futu thought the same way he did.
The two moved like two golden rays around the entire Lesser Mount Sumeru, their high-speed maneuvers resembling two knives cutting through the outer perimeter of the mountain, causing the mountain's foundation to collapse.
The disciples on Mount Sumeru roared in despair, some putting up a stubborn resistance, others fleeing for their lives.
The onlookers watched in disbelief as the mountains crumbled, a scene as awe-inspiring as the sky collapsed.
For countless years, the Buddhist kingdom was known as the Pure Land of the Western Regions. Now that the Pure Land has been destroyed, even such a powerful foundation could not withstand the wrath of that holy emperor.
"Crack!"
A thunderclap echoed in the distance, signaling that Xiaobai had killed the Holy King before her. The girl, carrying the bloodied corpse, laughed maniacally, appearing completely insane.
On the other side, Yaoyue's Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire burned through her opponent's golden shield, turning half of the Saint King's body into ashes.
"The Holy King of Great Xia is too powerful!"
"Yes, it hasn't been long, and of the three Saint Kings of Little Sumeru Mountain, one is dead, one is injured, and one has fled!"
"After this battle, the Central Plains will rule over the Western Regions!"
The crowd sighed with awe as they gazed at the area that had been almost completely destroyed by the battle between Saint Kings.
Just then, Wu Nian saw Xiao Bai kill his fellow disciple. He let out a sorrowful cry, clasped his hands together, and his body radiated golden light, like a great sun hanging above Mount Sumeru.
"What is he going to do!"
"Has that old monk gone mad?"
"It's the Great Sun Golden Light Mantra! He wants to perish together with the Holy Emperor!"
Someone cried out in surprise, recognizing the technique. At that moment, the golden flames surrounding Wu Nian were no longer peaceful, but had become incredibly violent.
Chen Futu steadied himself and stared at Wunian, who was engulfed by golden flames. "Oh, so you're getting desperate because you can't win?"
"Chen Futu, today we shall settle our score."
"A sage king's dying counterattack is impressive, but it's useless against me."
Chen Futu grabbed the blank stele and defied the heavens to ascend, facing the blazing sun.
"My god, the Holy Emperor didn't dodge, and he even wanted to kill Wunian with his own hands!"
"Crazy, all crazy!"
The spectators felt a chill run down their spines.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Futu transformed into a golden streak of light, carrying the aura of the Emperor of Anime, and collided with the burning Wu Nian. In that instant, a deafening roar erupted, and a massive explosion occurred above Mount Sumeru, sending a burst of golden mushroom clouds soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire world.
The other combatants turned around in astonishment.
"Has a winner been decided?"
"Holy Emperor..."
The Xuanyuan family was very nervous, as were Qin Liangyu and the others who were watching the battle in Baiyujing.
The intense golden light scorched the eyes, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. Or rather, how could the Holy Emperor defend against Wu Nian's full activation of the Great Sun Golden Light Mantra?
"Get out of the way!"
"Run away!"
The shockwave from the explosion devastated most of Mount Sumeru, and the spectators, even from a distance, were blown around unsteadily, with some of the weaker cultivators being blown away.
It took more than a dozen breaths for the shockwaves from the explosion to subside. Everyone stared intently, searching to confirm the outcome of the battle as soon as possible.
Until the golden light completely faded, a young figure could be seen standing in the sky.
"The Holy Emperor! It's the Holy Emperor!"
"He's still alive! He blocked the Great Sun Golden Light Mantra!"
"Look, what's in his hand?"
Chen Futu was seen holding a blood-stained, wordless stele in one hand and a mangled corpse in the other. His black hair flew in the storm, and his cold, stern face was stained with holy blood, making him awe-inspiring.
Wu Nian died, but after undergoing extreme sublimation to enhance his combat power, he released the Great Sun Golden Light Mantra in an attempt to perish together with the Holy Emperor, but was still killed by him.
"What a sage emperor of our time!"
"Too powerful! Too powerful! At the moment when the Buddhist and Taoist domains erupted, the Holy Emperor forcefully crossed a major realm to kill a Saint King! What a dazzling achievement!"
Hearing the exclamations and praises of the crowd, Chen Futu looked down at Wunian's corpse in his hand and casually tossed it onto the shattered summit of Little Sumeru Mountain.
With a loud thud, the body fell heavily to the ground. The disciples on the mountaintop, seeing Wu Nian's death, were all filled with despair.
"Zen Master!"
"Waaaaah, only Zen masters are the ones who kill, how could he be killed!"
The disciples of Mount Sumeru could not accept the death of Wunian. They had no contact with other holy kings, let alone holy Buddhas. In their minds, Wunian was invincible. Now that the master of Mount Sumeru had been killed, it was incredibly cruel to the disciples.
However, the battle was not over yet. Zhao Yun would not give them time to mourn. He unleashed his Dragon Gall Spear again, killing them until they cried out in despair.
Chen Futu ignored the other battlefields and retrieved his weapons, descending to the summit of Mount Sumeru.
Wu Nian's all-out attack was very strong, but unfortunately, it was nothing compared to the corpse of Bai Ye Yuan Zu.
“Relics…”
Chen Futu looked at the several toppled pagodas, which were still shimmering with Buddhist light.
"Damn it! He's trying to steal the relic! Stop him!"
The disciples of Little Sumeru Mountain discovered Chen Futu's plan and cried out in alarm.
In front of them, Chen Futu smashed several pagodas with a single palm strike from a distance, and then, guided by his true energy, four relics fell directly into his palm.
"The sacred relics made this trip worthwhile."
Chen Futu accepted the relic without any hesitation.
This scene made many people swallow their saliva with envy, for that was a sacred relic, which could allow people to comprehend the rules and step into the realm of the sacred path.
An unknown sage, envious of Chen Futu, brazenly attacked him.
Chen Futu was prepared. The moment the other party attacked from behind, he smiled coldly and didn't even bother to turn his head.
Boom!
The wordless stele was placed there at some unknown time, and the nameless saint was not prepared. In a second, he was suppressed and turned into a blood mist.
hiss--
The power to instantly kill a saint caused gasps of astonishment to fill the night.
What is invincibility?
Before the Holy Emperor, those of the same realm are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, utterly vulnerable.
Chen Futu faced the outer perimeter of Little Sumeru Mountain, his majestic voice resounding in all directions, "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Anyone else who wants to make a move, come at me all at once."
"Insanity!"
"This little dog is going too far."
"What should we do? Should we make a move?"
Some ancient monsters from the Western Regions lurk in the shadows, ready to strike, yet they are wary of the mysterious wordless stele.
Seeing that no one stepped forward, Chen Futu couldn't help but sneer: "Since no one dares to make a move, I will gladly accept these relics."