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Sure enough, just as Zhao Yang finished speaking, there was movement from the Monkey Hair behind him!
Zhao Yang walked up to the front of Xuanfo Temple, facing the Central Sovereign of the Tribulation Period, his eyes filled with disdain. The mockery in his gaze was unmasked, causing even the Mo God General behind the Central Sovereign to feel suspicious. He transmitted a message to the Central Sovereign, saying, "Your Majesty, I believe there is definitely a trick here. Otherwise, who among those present could be your opponent? The contempt in this person's eyes is not feigned; his heartbeat shows no sign of fluctuation, and there are no indications of deceit. I think it would be safer for us to withdraw."
The Mo God General was one of the Twelve Divine Generals and the only Divine General available to the Central Sovereign besides the Old God General. He was an exceptional master at the late stage of Great Ascension. Even if he were to take action, it would be difficult for anyone present to defeat him. Although he had been saved by the Consort of Rain when he was very young and owed her a debt of gratitude, he was also a member of the Zhongzhou Royal Family. To be loyal, he needed to protect the Central Sovereign's safety.
When the Consort of Rain was besieged by top experts from the Cultivation world, he hesitated in secret about whether to help her. Even though his power seemed insignificant against tens of thousands of masters, at least he would have fulfilled a moral duty. Later, when the Consort of Rain went on a rampage and nearly killed the Central Sovereign, he still did not intervene; he was someone who disliked facing choices.
Thus, after seeing Zhao Yang's fearless demeanor, his hesitant nature began to take over. He worried that the Central Sovereign might fall here; after all, the Central Sovereign was still in his prime and had yet to establish an heir. If something were to happen to him, Zhongzhou would descend into chaos, leaving a power vacuum where various factions would vie for the throne, and he would become a sinner.
Because he was still the only Divine General who could remain by the Central Sovereign's side.
The Old God General was aging and nearing death, currently in seclusion awaiting transcendence and ascension. They could not allow the Central Sovereign to take such risks at this time. Although he did not wish to kill Zhao Yang, this young man named Zhao Yang was too strange; everything that happened around him was unbelievable—each incident more incredible than the last. There was a strong possibility that the Central Sovereign could fall at this young man's hands. Therefore, he advised the Central Sovereign to think twice before taking action.
The Central Sovereign also felt doubt because he could see Zhao Yang's confidence and disdain for him. Once upon a time, no matter how high-ranking an expert was in the world, they would kneel before him; even some elders who had lived for hundreds of years acted like mice before a cat when they saw him. Yet this young man seemed indifferent to authority and looked at him with contempt—how could someone as noble as him tolerate that?
"Zhao Yang, what are you doing?" Long Xiao Wu called out to Zhao Yang. He understood Zhao Yang's strength well; even if he could fight above his level, he could only challenge experts at the Dao Fruit Stage at most. His Transform into Sheep Technique had a time control limit of three seconds—killing legendary figures from the Cultivation world within that timeframe was utterly impossible. Even if they turned into sheep and all defenses dropped to zero, it would still be impossible to kill the Central Sovereign in such a short time frame, especially with the rumored Mo God General standing behind him.
At that same moment, Song Baliang and Nangong Wuxin also secretly transmitted messages asking Zhao Yang what he intended to do because they did not believe Zhao Yang could face off against the Central Sovereign alone. After all, he was still too young and merely at the Divine Transformation Stage; even if they fought him together, they might not be able to subdue him quickly enough. The Central Sovereign could probably eliminate them with just a finger.
However, Scholar Xiu's eyes sparkled with excitement; unlike others, he admired Zhao Yang wholeheartedly. Even though he did not believe Zhao Yang could win, he still resolutely supported him—this is what one might call a die-hard fan: even if you disgust me, I will continue to support you.
Sure enough, when it came time for something unsettling to happen, Zhao Yang sensed something unusual with Monkey Hair at his back. One golden strand of Monkey Hair remained still while another suddenly transformed into a sharp spike and pierced into Zhao Yang's neck with a soft thud.
Bang!
Zhao Yang fainted. Just before losing consciousness, he wanted to curse his shameless master, Sun Wukong.
Unlike the surprise of the people from Xuanfo Temple, Zhao Yang's close friends, including Long Xiao Wu, were confused and exchanged glances, staring at Zhao Yang sprawled on the ground with his face pressed against the earth, seemingly covered by a few blades of grass.
Central Sovereign laughed because he found it disgraceful; to feign death in battle was one of the most contemptible and disgusting acts.
Zhao Yang was quietly dragged back by Datong.
"Let's see who dares to stop me today!" Central Sovereign roared. Having been toyed with for too long, he was already furious. He could have sent an army of a hundred thousand cultivators to eradicate Xuanfo Temple, but fearing that such a large action would lose him the hearts of the people, he chose to come alone. This was a personal vendetta; he did not bring an army with him. This was his dignity as a cultivator and his confidence as the supreme being of the Tribulation Period.
The void trembled as if a raging tide was crashing toward the people of Xuanfo Temple. His strike seemed gentle like a breeze stirring willows, yet it was fueled by all his strength. Anyone from Xuanfo Temple who was swept by it would undoubtedly die; no one could stop his murderous advance.
Mo God General's eyes were filled with worry because he feared that Consort of Rain might appear at this moment. If she did, given Central Sovereign's cultivation level, it would be difficult for him to contend with her. Consort of Rain was recognized as the world's number one expert; even if Central Sovereign were severely weakened, defeating her would still be a challenge.
However, Consort of Rain did not appear. The Four Great Monks were knocked to the ground, spitting blood and feeling their bodies tearing apart. The power of the Tribulation Period was simply unmanageable; it was terrifying beyond measure. In the eyes of cultivators, experts from the Tribulation Period were almost divine beings—an existence beyond reach for those at the first realm.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple turned pale and took two steps back. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he softly said, "Is today the day of destruction for my Xuanfo Temple? Alas, my Buddhist Sect Orthodoxy has yet to be fully spread; I truly feel ashamed before Buddha. Amitabha."
After uttering this mantra, a blinding light suddenly surged from behind him at Xuanfo Temple. This light seemed to come from the heavenly realm—a beam reaching toward eternity, dazzling and sacred.
"Amitabha." A child's voice rang out, but soon it transformed into a mix of voices—youthful, middle-aged, elderly, and female—all blending together in a way that shook one's spirit upon hearing it.
A Shadow of Noodles shifted and transformed as the Little Monk walked out from the beam of light, revealing the Xuanbing Buddha. The Xuanbing Buddha gazed at the Central Sovereign and said, "You cannot extinguish my Buddhist Sect."
The sound of the Buddha's voice resonated, shaking the hearts of all present.
"Playing tricks, I want to see if the legendary Xuanbing Buddha has indeed acquired three heads and six arms. As a master of the Tribulation Period, what can you do even if you live longer?" The Central Sovereign declared, swinging the Heavenly Sword of the National Protector toward the approaching Mystic Warrior emerging from the Light Barrier.
The Xuanbing Buddha smiled lightly, pointing at the Central Sovereign.
The Central Sovereign scoffed, disdainfully saying, "You overestimate yourself!"
He had long discovered that this ancient Xuanbing Buddha, who had been around since the childhood of the Old God General, still appeared as a child after all these years. He had never made a move in a millennium. Many who had heard of him claimed that the Xuanbing Buddha possessed an exceptionally high level of Buddhist nature, having cultivated to the utmost in both Buddhism and Daoism, reaching the pinnacle of the Cultivation world—the highest realm of the Tribulation Period.
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