Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 994 - 645: What’s Your Identity to Compare Boundaries with Me_3

Chapter 994: Chapter 645: What’s Your Identity to Compare Boundaries with Me_3

So it is.

Monk Zhi Qing nodded slightly and murmured a phrase. He then cast his eyes toward the distant young man in black: "That means, the sin actually lies upon you, doesn’t it?"

As he spoke, his expression remained calm until a hint of a smile appeared: "Then why aren’t you kneeling down, sincerely admitting your wrongs, to seek the Dragon Tiger Arhat’s forgiveness?"

In an instant, the staff in his hand rose again, and without hesitation, he swung it toward the woman’s head.

Clang—

The sound that erupted was not that of a skull shattering, but rather the clear twang of metal.

A second staff had intercepted it.

A monk shrouded in a golden glow suddenly broke through the illusionary barrier and, without a word, blocked the strike. He looked indifferently at Zhi Qing: "Thieving monk, you have killed someone."

Hearing this address, Zhi Qing’s complexion changed slightly, revealing a trace of indignation.

Yet he didn’t speak, just mustered all his strength and pressed the staff downward.

...

Monk Zhi Kong’s slender arms trembled violently; even though his body shone fiercely with golden light, it couldn’t stop the staff’s slow descent.

A Fifth Tribulation Traveler clashed with a Sixth Tribulation Traveler; a single tribulation’s difference represented 129,600 years of cultivation.

His arm bones gradually creaked, his skin tensed, then shattered. His blood plasma, shining with golden light, soaked the entire staff, yet he still refused to let go.

A profound agony surfaced on Monk Zhi Kong’s face.

He had arrived too late last time, and now he was late again.

He was always late.

And it seemed that even upon his arrival, he couldn’t change anything.

Just then, Zhi Kong suddenly saw a strange smile appear on Zhi Qing’s face, as if he had anticipated something; he abruptly turned his head to look into the distance.

Even with his eyesight, he could only vaguely see a staff shadow striking towards Ye Jing’s back.

"I’ve prepared four meditation cushions; not one shall be left empty," Zhi Qing whispered softly.

"You... dare speak of compassion!" A rare ferocity crossed Monk Zhi Kong’s face; after breaking the precept of false speech, he had now also broken one of the three poisons—anger.

Of all those present, no one but he could catch this second staff.

Saving the person before him meant he could not save the one far away.

Given Ye Jing’s level of cultivation, she couldn’t even detect the existence of that staff, let alone avoid it.

Bang!

Another muffled sound, but it made Zhi Kong’s expression freeze for a moment.

The incoming staff had quietly landed within a fair hand.

Shen Yi stood tall and straight, his eyes closed. At such a close distance, he had finally captured the iron staff’s trajectory.

But catching the trajectory was not what mattered; the important thing was how it was caught.

"You..."

The ambush from Zhi Ming attempted to withdraw the staff, only to find it difficult. The palm holding the staff, likewise, shimmered with golden light.

Among those present, there appeared a fourth Traveler.

This fact alone was enough to shock the heart, but what truly puzzled Zhi Ming was that with such a faint gleam of golden light, how could the opponent, with a mere Sixth Tribulation Lotus Platform, match his Fifth Tribulation Lotus Platform with his bare hands.

"Why?" he gripped the staff tighter, trying once again to pull it free.

"Because," Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, the staff in his palm squirming like a writhing snake, yet unable to escape the clasp of his fingers, no matter what.

His robe fluttered as he suddenly exerted force, lifting Monk Zhi Ming in full swing and brutally slamming him into the ground.

Crash!

Below the great hall, it was as if an Earth Dragon turned over; all the floor tiles burst apart!

A tightness gripped Zhi Ming’s chest as he looked up in astonishment to see the young man gripping the staff firmly, his gaze tranquil and overlooking, his voice devoid of any ripples.

"I am the officer, you are the thief."

With that simple statement, Zhi Ming froze, finally looking past Shen Yi’s silhouette toward the Sky Curtain behind him.

Between the heavens, imperial might tumbled and roiled.

All cultivators, whether Immortals or Travelers, suffered great suppression within the domain of the Godly Court.

Yet clearly, this man was not affected at all!

Such immense authority was comparable even to that of the Jianyang Prefect!