Chapter 8

Bang!!!

"Danger!? Level one alert!"

"Damn, so intense?! I can't afford to worry about that now, I need to protect my head first!"

In the midst of the spatial transition, Xun Qiu's head, still not fully adapted, throbbed painfully. However, this inhuman torment had not yet truly ended. Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out, and a powerful and fierce energy burst forth. Xun Qiu, with his slender body, screamed in terror like an old widow whose tofu had been stolen.

Clang!

He rose gracefully, elegantly traced a parabolic arc, and finally landed clumsily on the ground, ending up in a rather ungraceful posture with his buttocks facing the sky. Xun Qiu, now somewhat more awake, slowly opened his eyes and regained his senses.

Sitting up from the ground, Xun Qiu rubbed his nearly shattered buttocks and then opened his eyes wide. His two almond-shaped eyes immediately bulged as a pale blue light beam, flashing with a cold glow, whizzed past his face with a sharp, piercing sound.

"Damn, which blind bastard dares to ambush me, the young master? Is he tired of living?" At this critical moment, his lazy demeanor vanished, and Xun Qiu instantly became fully alert, his hair standing on end.

Bang!

"Finished, I'm going to die young!" Before he could figure out what was happening, another bang sounded, and Xun Qiu lay down on his back, inwardly lamenting his fate.

After rolling around on the ground for a while, he still didn't feel anything seriously wrong. Xun Qiu turned his head in confusion and saw a fist-sized indentation in the golden wall behind him, which made him wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Phew... It's okay, it was just a false alarm. What was I doing just now?" Xun Qiu took a deep breath, secretly relieved to have escaped a disaster. He rubbed his slightly swollen temples and carefully recalled what had happened.

"It seemed like an old monk was fighting a beautiful girl? Yes, that's right."

"Right, it was a girl, and she was quite beautiful." Instinctively, Xun Qiu wiped his mouth, and the image of the stunning beauty flashed through his mind.

Her skin was as white as snow, and she wore a white gauze dress. Her features were as radiant as the stars, making the most beautiful scenery in the world pale in comparison. Especially her fiery figure, with a well-defined and curvaceous body, very curvaceous and very prominent...

"Swallow!" Thinking of this, Xun Qiu swallowed hard, his eyes glowing with a rosy hue, and his mouth almost drooling.

"The girl is indeed beautiful, but fighting and killing isn't good. How should I tame her?" Xun Qiu nodded to himself, recalling the scene on the rocky ridge, and suddenly shuddered, exclaiming in shock!

"Fighting?!"

He suddenly raised his head, and the air in front of him was filled with a sense of impending explosion, as if it were packed with explosives. Xun Qiu rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but it felt like he was being stripped naked in public and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Damn, I wasn't dreaming all this time?!"

"Boom!" Another explosion echoed, and the whistling wind blades almost tore through his body. Xun Qiu felt the world start to spin, his ears ringing, and countless golden stars dancing before his eyes. His buttocks felt light, and his body was quickly propelled backward.

"Ah... My buttocks!"

He screamed in pain, not even having time to cover himself, and once again hit the ground hard. He was sure that his current posture was even more ungraceful than the previous one.

After the explosion, the swastika spell set up by the monk Wenda was completely torn apart. The white-clad woman, standing on a green lotus, had her long black hair flowing backward, and her smooth, jade-like earlobes were perfectly visible.

Xun Qiu's eyes narrowed, and as he glanced around, the mysterious space filled with golden light suddenly boiled. The monk Wenda, with one hand on the ground, clenched his fist, and a loud crack echoed as deep grooves appeared on the ground, which seemed to be made of refined gold.

Clang!

A clear bell sound rang out from within the monk Wenda's body and quickly spread throughout the golden space. The golden Buddhist light in the air seemed to come alive, gently undulating and then becoming more violent, forming golden torrents that surged toward the monk Wenda's body.

The brilliant golden light poured over him, gradually turning his body a golden yellow. Layers of obscure, pale Buddhist scriptures covered his body, making him look like a reincarnation of the Buddha, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

"Heavenly Net True Skill?"

The white-clad woman, hearing the clear bell sound, showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, then shook her head slightly. No wonder the monk Wenda is not just running away this time; he must have come prepared and has many hidden skills. But can he really subdue me with this Buddhist cultivation technique?

The white-clad woman raised her head and looked at the hundred-meter-high golden dome. This is the strange space inside the Golden竺混元钵 (Golden Dharmic Vase). The Buddhist symbols drawn on the walls are supreme classics of the Buddha race, naturally repelling other types of energy. Using Buddhist true power here would undoubtedly receive great assistance.

"The Heavenly Net True Skill, combined with this Golden Dharmic Vase, can indeed enhance Buddhist skills by two or three levels, but I fear this level is still insufficient."

She turned her body and looked back, a mocking smile on her face, but a fierce look in her eyes. Her hand slightly raised, and her snow-white fingers curled. A magnificent energy storm condensed in the sky like a tide. The surrounding Buddhist light immediately dissipated, and in a short moment, it transformed into a colorful, radiant feather. The feather was covered in sharp spines, and the energy it emitted made the entire sky tremble.

With a flick of her finger, the magnificent and dangerous feather shot out, disappearing in an instant, as if piercing through space, and fiercely struck the monk Wenda.

Thud!

Seeing the white-clad woman launch her attack, the monk Wenda let out a cold snort and stomped his foot hard. The golden ground trembled, and his withered hands pushed forward, causing brilliant Buddhist light to surge out, forming a torrent of golden light. As the energy torrent roared, golden swastika seals shot up into the sky.

"Buddhist power is boundless, swastika seal!"

With a roar, two thousand swastika seals rose, and the monk Wenda, without any extra movements, took a step forward, and the swastika torrent roared up. Each swastika seal contained an astonishing amount of Buddhist true power. The monk Wenda, with his mastery of this Buddhist secret technique, could unleash thousands of swastika seals at once, each containing enough power to easily destroy a city.

Boom!

The air exploded in all directions, and the two thousand swastika seals, condensed into golden seals, tore through the sky, compressing the surrounding air. In the next moment, they collided with the magnificent and dangerous feather.

A deafening explosion echoed, and a powerful shock wave swept through the space, creating a storm. The ground, as hard as diamond, cracked into pieces, and the area near the impact turned to dust.

Xun Qiu's gaze fell on the scene, his eyes filled with gravity. In recent years, he had visited many sects, and although his cultivation at the third level of Body Refinement was still not impressive, he had seen many highly skilled cultivators. Compared to the two people in front of him, the difference was like heaven and earth. Even his father, Xun Changfeng, a Spirit Master and the top expert of the Kaiping Empire's military, would be far inferior.

"Damn, these two are too overpowered. Compared to them, my father's skills are like those of a nobody!" Xun Qiu smacked his lips and tried to retreat further. The Golden Dharmic Vase was filled with thick Buddhist true power and sealed by many barriers. The shock wave from the explosion was almost completely absorbed by the time it reached Xun Qiu, or he would have been turned to ashes.

A flash of golden light, and as the explosion's brilliance began to fade, the monk Wenda, enveloped in golden light, appeared in front of the white-clad woman. He sneered and then punched the ground hard.

Crack!

A hundred-meter-long crack, like a golden dragon emerging from a cave, instantly extended to the white-clad woman's feet. Golden light spewed out, and two solid golden hands emerged from the ground, grabbing the white lotus platform. At the same time, an ancient Buddha's shadow descended from the sky, like a mountain pressing down, and slammed the white-clad woman down.

"Hmph! No matter how many useless tricks you have, they won't have any real effect!"

The white-clad woman's eyes were cold. Without any visible movement, a magnificent shock wave erupted from her body, instantly dispersing the golden hands and the golden Buddha.

Swish!

The moment the golden Buddha shattered, a strange figure leaped to a position one zhang in front of the white-clad woman. A mountain-like, overwhelming aura approached, and a golden staff, radiating a sense of punishment, swept toward the white-clad woman's delicate neck with a powerful and majestic momentum.

Clang!

Facing the monk Wenda's unexpected attack, the white-clad woman snorted coldly, spun her body, and the colorful clouds behind her transformed into a seven-colored light shield. As soon as the shield formed, it emitted a solid and powerful energy, blocking the incoming golden staff.

Swish, swish, swish!

The attack was blocked, and the monk Wenda's figure moved, transforming into a series of golden afterimages. As the golden staff danced, it covered all the vital points of the white-clad woman's body. Each strike was powerful enough to destroy mountains and shatter rocks.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sharp, metallic clashing sounds continued, and the sound of explosions echoed nonstop. Xun Qiu tried to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't catch a single moment of the action.

Whoosh!

The two types of energy exploded outward, and both figures were forced back. The monk Wenda, gripping his staff with both hands, was slightly out of breath. Xun Qiu, with wide eyes, turned to the other side and gasped in shock, drawing in a breath of cold air.

"Uh, catching a blade with bare hands?!!"

The white-clad woman, in her white gauze dress, showed no sign of disorder. Her right arm hung down, the white gauze sleeve sliding down to reveal her delicate, jade-like hand. Her red lips parted, and a cold smile appeared on her frosty face.