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Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 857 - 488: I’ll Be Waiting for You Down Below
"Don't even think about it!"
The Thunder Element within is still surging, Thunder Power enters the body, and the intense stimulation causes his muscles to swell in a dramatic arc, this crazy dangerous idea is just like Jiang Feng in the past.
In the past few days of battle and interaction, the highly perceptive Lei Chuyu silently learned from Jiang Feng's astonishingly bold ideas, although it couldn't achieve the effect similar to Demon Heart Technique, it was still a powerful way to temporarily enhance the physical body.
"Shielded by thunder energy, Breaking Barrier!"
With vigorous power surging within, he faces Dao Hui directly, hesitantly unleashing an Inch Fist, his left hand clasping the Dharma Seal tightly, and he utters in a low voice.
"Heavenly Venerate Body Technique, manifest."
The pressure on the body continues to rise, Essence Blood flows within as deep purple lightning crawls all over the body, Thunder Pattern spreads evenly across every inch of his body from the palm as the axis, and his scattered black hair flutters in the wind. The forced overdraft of the body may affect his entire cultivation.
"I don't care what your purpose is in seeking Jiang Feng today, but Divine Thunder Valley... has no treacherous people."
"If you want to pass here, then come!"
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder! Fall!"
The last few words were almost shouted out.
His entire body erupts in terrifying Thunder Light, even Master Dao Hui shows a hint of surprise at this moment, the playful smile gradually disappears from his face, although he was often criticized for using unscrupulous means in his youth, it is rare to see such a young cultivator have this kind of realization, remaining true to himself.
Even he couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent, facing someone burning their life and Essence Blood to give their all, Dao Hui did not back down, standing face to face, unyielding, only by completely defeating the opponent is respect.
"Arhat Demon Suppression!"
The body instantaneously transforms into an Arhat, the Sanskrit on the body seems to be alive and spreads everywhere, directly trapping the Thunder Chuyu who is performing Daoist Skill, the black Sanskrit is broken free, torn, and snapped, but the young monk's tender body has now transformed into an Arhat Golden Body two zhang tall.
Facing Lei Chuyu's desperate strike without dodging, the two almost collide head-on in the most brutal fashion!
For a moment, this heaven and earth seem to fall into silence.
The terrifying noise spread dozens of miles away, countless cultivators around had strange expressions because it should be the commotion caused by a Nascent Soul Stage expert, now there are almost no experts on the periphery, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator among a flock of sheep scares them into fleeing, fearing trouble.
Even the disciples of Divine Thunder Valley who were carrying Jin An and seeking aid towards the Soul Jade couldn't help but turn back, seeing the last burst of lightning in their eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of sorrow, their teeth almost gritting to pieces.
Their legs tremble, but after a low roar "Go" they forcefully swallow the tears swirling in their eyes, now only they can bring the news back to the sect, they can only pray that their young master miraculously survives.
In worst case Nascent Soul must find a way to escape.
The earth rolls over, trees snap, the battlefield being the core between the two, the horrifying clash directly leaves a frightening crater-like mark on the ground, the power Lei Chuyu burst out with just now is already comparable to Middle Stage Nascent Soul, if the elders at home hear of their grandson being able to force Dao Hui Mage to treat him seriously in an equal cultivation situation, I'm afraid they would be proud of him.
The wind blows gently. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
The dust already dissipated, a slender figure stands in the center of that giant crater.
Actually, there was no suspense in this battle, from the moment Master Dao Hui targeted these few people, the conclusion was already foregone.
Rustle—
He put on the simple and plain monk robe again.
The giant Arhat body has disappeared, returning to that tender appearance, the black Sanskrit covering the body slowly shrinks back along the body, only stopping when it retracts into his pitch-black eyes without a hint of white.
"What's the point."
The little monk puts on his clothes and just looks at Lei Chuyu lying on the ground, unsure of life or death, his expression neither sad nor joyful.
He is not accustomed to bullying children, but when he served as the leader at Vajra Temple years ago, he became famous for his unscrupulous methods, as long as he could achieve the goal, regardless of means, morals, or bottom line.
You might call him a disgrace to the Cultivation World, the most despised existence among Buddhist disciples, bearing countless curses.
But only the disciples of Vajra Temple have no right to criticize him.
Because everything he did was for Vajra Temple, for the Great Hall of the Great Hero he regarded as sacred, to secure a place for Vajra Temple in the Cultivation World, to maintain its current position.
"What little monk seeks is merely the Thunder Pattern in your palm, what's the point of risking your life."
"Though your strength is not bad, it is still far from little monk's, this flesh body belongs to a disciple of a once-in-a-millennium Living Buddha from South Temple."
"If little monk hadn't used some methods to draw him out before he could grow, in the next five hundred years, the voice of Buddhism might belong to South Temple."
"Although the realm is not high, losing to this flesh body is not unjust to you."
The tone is calm, not looking down as a victor, but naturally explaining the reasons for the opponent's failure.
"Whether it's Daoist Skill or your physical body, you're not considered top-notch in the Nascent Soul Stage, but they're all superior, and this unknown Daoist Skill at the end truly opened little monk's eyes."







