My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 896 - 532: Righteousness Shakes the Heavens! (3-in-1 Bonus)

Blood was flowing all over the ground, Su Hongtao's eyes full of unwillingness, as Chen Yi's figure was leaving right in front of him.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of bricks and tiles shattering was heard. A blood-stained monk's robe descended suddenly from the roof, which had been pierced open, and droplets of blood pearls still dripped from the hem.

Su Hongtao's pale appearance fell into his eyes, Ji Yuan's pupils shrank violently, and his throat emitted faint sounds.

At the banquet, Chen Yi raised and lowered his hand, held tea and toasted, every step was in Ji Yuan's eyes. He was also cautious, yet everything happened like a spontaneous murder in the marketplace, with a white knife going in and a red knife coming out, catching everyone off guard... how come this person showed no intent to kill before taking action?!

Just before Chen Yi acted, a long breath came from outside the building, about to press close to Su Hongtao but suddenly dispersed. Ji Yuan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, focusing to pursue, Chen Yi had already pierced Su Hongtao's abdomen.

In the end, he was half a step late. As he came back to his senses, at the same moment, Wei Wuque also struck.

Ji Yuan promptly pulled back and turned to face Wei Wuque. This master of Xique Pavilion was also a sinister, grim figure, firing an arrow with a strong crossbow and then directly turning around to leave, yet he unconsciously pursued the breath, delaying for a moment or two.

In precisely those one or two moments, Su Hongtao completely lost his breath and life.

Ji Yuan's face turned an unsightly iron blue, his sleeve swelled, and he released a piercing scream, "It's him, Master, it's him!"

Inside his sleeve was indeed Fan Kong's soul.

"Is it you?!" Ji Yuan's face turned even more vicious hearing this, his breath surging, his body gleaming golden like it was covered in gold leaf, with Buddha Light enveloping the back of his head, resembling a Golden Body Arhat.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed before his eyes, a dagger tore through the fierce wind and shot towards him, the person uttered not a word and acted immediately.

Ji Yuan's fingers clenched together, his steps halted, and he punched the dagger, which exploded, spraying dozens of Sword Qi towards his face, intending to shred him to pieces. Simultaneously, his monk's robe unfurled on its own, spiraled, and reversed, sweeping all the Sword Qi within, then tossing it out, the Sword Qi dashed like countless flying shuttles straight at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi lifted both hands, the murderous Sword Qi scattered in all directions. Ji Yuan watched intently, his brows furrowing, yet before he could be surprised, Chen Yi kicked up the tables and chairs with one foot, sending the dishes flying towards Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan pushed out a palm, the tables and chairs shattered into fragments, but amidst the debris, a sword emerged.

The sword's edge instantly pierced through Ji Yuan's body, Chen Yi's hand suddenly lightened, revealing only a monk's robe beneath the sword edge, while Ji Yuan stood at a distance of ten zhang, his Buddha Light still intact.

Chen Yi immediately realized this was a technique for seizing incense offerings. Baolian Temple offered tribute to many Gods and Buddhas, and considerable incense and divine positions had been usurped by Ji Yuan. It was as if he was wearing multiple Kasayas, and that layered Buddha Light was the proof. Just now, his Destruction Zen Sword had only destroyed one of those layers.

Thinking this way, the Medicine Buddha was indeed more demanding, having only one dharma body, when dead, was truly dead. Chen Yi lightly shook the long sword in his hand, pointing directly at Ji Yuan... wondering how many layers of monk robes and Kasayas he still had.

The two stood opposite each other, Ji Yuan high above the broken eaves, his monk robe flapping in the wind, the full moon in the sky, Buddha Light above, shining brightly, exuding the aura of a true enlightened monk.

He stood high above, inside the building chaos abounded, with collapsed and shattered roof tiles, wine and dishes scattered across the carpets, and guests fleeing inside and outside the doors, amidst the disorder a dark figure emerged like ink, thick with murderous intent, like a demon from scripture.

"It's you..."

Ji Yuan's gaze was cold, wishing he could devour him alive, his voice hoarse:

"You killed my disciple, killed Anshan Gong, and now you want to kill me?"

The tone was resentful and vicious, lacking any air of a high monk.

The man leisurely brushed off the dust from his shoulder, asking in reply: "Can't I?"

"Can you... actually do it?"

As soon as the words fell, Gang Wind arose, the Buddha Light behind Ji Yuan erupted, dazzling and brilliant for several zhang.

"It's said that cats have nine lives, do you, old bald donkey, have ninety-nine lives?"

Chen Yi grinned and said:

"If not, then there's not enough for me to kill."

Just as the words fell, a mass of black mist approached from afar, along with a black shadow slicing towards Chen Yi's face.

Chen Yi swiftly sidestepped, crosshandedly wielding a sword, breaking through the black mist, revealing Yin Yijian's face, his features fierce, billowing thick smoke carrying malicious intent as it pounced on Chen Yi.

As Chen Yi subconsciously sidestepped, Yin Yijian, now showing his true Yin God form, suddenly grabbed Su Hongtao's corpse, and Chen Yi, quick-eyed and nimble, countered with a sword to cleave the Yin Wind.

Yin Yijian's hand grasped Su Hongtao's Heavenly Spirit Cover, as a figure emerged from the black mist, he exerted all his strength and with a sucking sound drew out a long soul from the body.

Ji Yuan advanced to cover, their palm and sword intersected, the Buddha Light enveloped Chen Yi, forcing him back, as the monk's robe on Ji Yuan split a layer.

The two halted at a high point, Chen Yi momentarily stopped, seeing Yin Yijian blow into his hand, Su Hongtao's swaying soul gradually stabilized, he shook his head, his mind clearing.

Su Hongtao's soul acquired a touch of human hue, upon opening his eyes, saw his fallen body, and the murderer standing with a sword.

He paused for a moment, anger flaring on his brow, but then swiftly subsided. True to a Second-Grade Official well-versed in the ways of bureaucracy, within moments he assumed a demeanor of calm.

The nearby Investigation Department Judge was entirely opposite, shouting in anger: "You, a Yin God Official, have some nerve! Defying orders with disregard for respect, plotting against superiors is already a grave crime, yet you still act with impunity, disrupting the law of yin and yang. Today you plotted against Anshan Gong, how will you face King Yan's wrath in the future?!"