Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 346 - 225: Protective Liu Tangxi

Chapter 346: Chapter 225: Protective Liu Tangxi

"Who’s there!"

The young monk retaliated immediately, enraged.

Sanskrit instantly climbed up his forehead and spread over his whole body, turning his skin a blue-gray color. This body could be said to be his most prized collection and his most powerful one.

The corpse of Arahant, known simply as Arhat in the outside world, enjoyed a great reputation throughout the Buddhist community. It’s a pity that this Arhat was also defiled by demonic forces and eventually had to be permanently suppressed, with no one knowing its whereabouts.

No one expected that this legendary corpse would appear within Vajra Temple, and even be utilized by the monk known as "Dao Hui."

Now, the young man who inherited the legacy of Demon Night True Monarch is on his last breath. Others may only marvel at the ferocity and terror of this power, but no one ponders what the cost of possessing such power is.

All things considered, Jiang Feng managed to hold out for less than a quarter of an hour. Even a regular Nascent Soul Stage expert would have trouble lasting a quarter of an hour.

Regardless, he was determined to get his hands on Jiang Feng, and no one was going to stop him.

According to reliable sources, various major forces started preparing for this session of the Jiuzhou Martial Arts Tournament decades ago. Although Vajra Temple practices Buddhism, they must participate in this power struggle; otherwise, how could they secure their position?

And how to face the threat of Demon Sect?

The Sanskrit on his body spread throughout and swirled towards the woman’s head with his staff, with golden Buddha Light spells displaying black patterns. One would say that in this moment, he looked more like a Demon Cultivator rather than a Buddhist Practitioner, his aura ferocious. He was bent on obtaining the legacy of Demon Night True Monarch.

But this time...

Snap!

Caught with one hand.

A moment of astonishment flashed across his face, but he did not hesitate to strike back.

The black Sanskrit from the staff surged into the palm of that woman’s hand, quickly spreading up to her neck with each breath, casting an eerie sight and adding a demonic allure to the cold woman.

A smug look appeared on his face, as it seemed that the woman did not recognize him, nor did she recognize the body of Arahant. This Sanskrit was part of the Locking Demon Array, but in the next second, the Sanskrit that climbed up her body retreated as if it had seen a ghost.

"What’s going on? Is this woman just a soul entity?"

"Who on earth are you?"

He let out a low shout, frantically urging Buddha Power, but the ghostly woman stood unshakably still, her expression as unfazed as Cold Frost, her phoenix eyes showing nothing but cold detachment, as if all things in the world were beneath her notice.

"Dharma Image, endless forms!"

He exerted all his Buddha Power, the prayer beads in his hand sparked with Buddha Light, but upon closer inspection, one would find that each bead was a complete skull, representing humans, demons, Buddhas, and devils alike.

He struck towards the woman’s Dan Mansion, his power and ferocity comparable to Jiang Feng’s earlier display, his handsome and refined features betraying a hint of ferocity. Although Dao Hui Mage here could not fully use the body’s entire power, his current strength was at least at the Void Refining level according to Taoism standards!

Such a level of power is rare even in the entire Cultivation World, and many well-known forces in the Central Plains only have a few Void Refining Experts.

Moreover, there are differences between Buddhist Practitioners and Daoist Cultivators, and his body’s power is now nearly at the Unification realm, putting him on par with elders of some famous sects, but he had not expected...

The woman simply flipped the three-foot green Longsword she was holding, her grip shifting to the center.

"You don’t recognize me."

"It seems the disappearance of the high monk Guang Xian, and the deaths of the other two fellow disciples, have driven you, who belong in Hell, out of hiding."

"But such methods are indeed a bit disgraceful."

As soon as she finished speaking, the silver-white Longsword slowly rose, and for a moment, time and space seemed to freeze as Dao Hui Mage looked around in horror, realizing everything had slowed down.

Leaves drifting down from trees, dust raised and floating in the air, and the woman stepping forward with the simplest and most unadorned sword stroke in the most quintessential form.

"Move, move!"

Veins bulging on his forehead, he screamed inwardly as the staff that was originally thrust out was also being retracted at a slow pace, the Sword Qi growing larger in his eyes, finally shielding himself in front of his chest at the last moment.

Crack!

The staff split in two.

Sword Qi passed through the center of his body, and the mountains behind him were torn apart by the Qi, tearing through clouds, and compared to Demon Night True Monarch earlier, this Sword Qi extended for a hundred miles, even bisecting the clouds in the clear sky, revealing daylight when it was not known when the sky had brightened.

Under the glaring daylight, this sword strike directly penetrated Dao Hui Mage’s psychological defenses!

Standing still, unmoving.

Casually twirling a sword flower, Liu Tangxi walked towards the stunned Dao Hui Mage. Although her demeanor was nonchalant, her body had started to appear more ethereal than before, undoubtedly the backup that Liu Xianzi had left inside Jiang Feng.

To leave this backup for Jiang Feng, she had not fully recovered for two years, and her power was only about eighty percent of her peak level.

Soon she stood before Dao Hui Mage, looking down from high above with an indifferent expression, as if slaying him was as effortless as disposing of trash.

Thud—

He collapsed to his knees in an instant.

The staff in his hand now broken into two fragments and scattered on the ground, the Arahant’s body stood half-naked, covered in pitch-black Sanskrit, with a modest-looking wound in the center of his chest oozing out black blood.

That was his blood.