The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 345 - 157: Slaying the Dragon Vein

Chapter 345: Chapter 157: Slaying the Dragon Vein

"This matter won’t end so simply."

Meng Shanhe’s voice was calm, like that of a school teacher, lacking the awe-inspiring authority of someone ranked eighth on the Heavenly List. However, when heard, it possessed an ear-shattering clarity.

This sensation wasn’t due to the loudness of his voice but rather because Meng Shanhe’s voice carried the impact of a Buddhist Head Strike, causing listeners to feel spiritually enlightened and their thoughts to flow like springs.

Having cultivated the ways of Confucianism and Daoism to such a degree, Meng Shanhe could no longer be simply described by the term ’great grandmaster.’

"Teacher, what do you mean by that? Does the Esoteric Sect still have a chance to reverse the situation?" Zhuge Longsu asked, perplexed.

At that moment, though the five members of the Esoteric Sect had once again formed the Mandala Formation, they were no longer focusing on the ultimate offense but on defending strenuously, attempting to block the combined assault of the Zen Sect and the Nine Dragon Sky Array without any capability to defend.

Although the Mandala Formation was profound, its defeat was only a matter of time. Considering the situation, even if the Esoteric Sect summoned a Divinity Realm expert, reversing the tide would be difficult.

"Let’s wait and see."

At the front of the Northern Zhou Imperial City.

Currently, the granite surface of the square in front of the Imperial City was shattered, severely damaged, and no longer had the solemnity of past days.

A Divinity Realm warrior’s every move held immense power; such individuals could be likened to high-yield human-shaped missiles in modern terms. Had it not been for the great formation protecting the Imperial City, it would have suffered the same fate as this square by now.

Though the Imperial City was protected by the great formation, other areas of the Divine Capital were not. Even the slightest remnants of a battle could cause the earth to split and buildings to collapse, resulting in numerous casualties.

Those Jianghu Wondering Cultivators and individuals from smaller sects who had not realized the terror of a Divinity Realm warrior and had come to watch now lay mostly dead. Those who weren’t dead were barely clinging to life.

This great battle alone, just the reconstruction of Divine Capital, would require an immense amount of manpower and resources.

"Amitabha, my five Buddhist friends, this battle we’ve waged has already involved countless innocents. Perhaps it’s better for you to cease and accompany this humble monk to the Great Zen Temple to cultivate? This could also be considered completing a meritorious deed. I, Xin Wen, assure you no harm will come to your lives."

While Xin Wen spoke thus, his attacks grew even more powerful, causing the Dharma Images of the Five Great Bright Kings to dim significantly. Those within the Mandala Formation, like Zuicheng, started to bleed from the corners of their mouths, evidently severely injured.

Even so, Zuicheng remained undeterred and sneered, "Do you really think you’ve got us cornered?"

Going to cultivate at the Great Zen Temple was, of course, not false from Xin Wen’s side. However, first, a visit to the Demon Suppression Tower in the temple was necessary—to confess all that should be confessed, such as Martial Arts secrets and Esoteric Sect intelligence—and then accept the Zen Sect’s Buddhist teachings to become a member of the Great Zen Temple.

Sounds familiar, right? Of course, it does.

Those who lay down their butcher knives to immediately attain Buddhahood undergo this process. Considering that the Esoteric Sect also follows the Buddhist path, Zuicheng and the others would be highly resistant to converting, perhaps necessitating multiple rounds of this process.

"Swish—"

The gentle hum of a sword being unsheathed was very soft but also immensely pleasing to the ear, resembling the clear hum of mountain streams yet mixed with the martial clang of metal, lingering around the ears of all present.

This must be an excellent blade, and its wielder surely a peerless Swordman.

Before the crowd could fully discern the hum, a Blade Energy/Sword Qi that was neither entirely a blade nor a sword had arrived, each stroke splitting into eight, instantly decapitating eight dragon heads.

Above the Imperial Palace, among the nine divine dragons formed by the Nine Dragon Sky Array, eight were decapitated in an instant, leaving the group headless

After the Divine Dragon formed by the Dragon Vein Qi was slain, it seemed like a living creature, struggling and tumbling through the air, eventually letting out a sorrowful dragon cry before dissipating into nothingness.

"Phew—"

Inside the Great Ming Hall of the Imperial Palace, Feng Tianming, struck as if by a heavy blow, forcefully spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Divine Dragon formed by the Nine Dragon Sky Array was transmuted by the Dragon Vein Qi of Northern Zhou and was intimately linked with Feng Tianming, the Emperor of Northern Zhou, who also happened to be the chief conductor of the Array. Therefore, when the Array was damaged, Feng Tianming was also affected.

However, even so, Feng Tianming should not have been so gravely injured. Presently, his face was the color of ash, his breaths were faint, and he looked more like a freshly deceased corpse than a living person.

"Tianming, how are you?" Feng Mingxiao, who was beside him infusing True Qi to aid the formation, quickly supported the staggering Feng Tianming and helped him sit on the throne at the center of the Great Ming Hall.

"How... how... how could this be..." Feng Tianming managed to utter, "The Divine Dragon is formed from Dragon Vein Qi, appearing solid but actually substanceless, and even if dispersed, it should be able to reassemble. How could it be slain like a living creature by a sword? Cough, cough, cough..."

Overwhelmed, Feng Tianming’s injury flared up again, and he vomited another large mouthful of fresh blood.

"Tianming, don’t get agitated, take it easy, take it easy..." Feng Mingxiao hurriedly infused more True Qi into Feng Tianming, trying to stabilize his condition to prevent it from worsening.

"The Northern Zhou Dragon Vein, its energy scattered." Far away at the summit of Cloud Peak, Qing Yu similarly frowned upon witnessing this scene.

Qing Yu himself was a master of the Yi Skill and had thoroughly studied the "Geodetic Secret Manual" inherited from Elder Suan Tian, not to mention possessing the "Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill," which surveyed the profound connections of heavens, earth, and humankind. Naturally, he could tell at a glance that the Dragon Vein of Northern Zhou had been severely severed just now.

"What kind of devastating weapon could sever more than half of the Northern Zhou Dragon Vein with a single strike?"

Qing Yu’s gaze shifted toward the source of the Blade Energy/Sword Qi.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes turned to the person who had cleaved the Dragon Vein. Whether members of the Zen Sect or other warriors spectating the battle, all did the same.

The one who had slashed the Dragon Vein wore a battered straw hat missing a piece and donned a gray martial artist robe, appearing merely as a strangely dressed worldly wanderer.

However, those still able to observe the battle were all well-experienced and knowledgeable individuals, and someone immediately recognized this person’s identity.

"Warrior."

"Japanese samurai."

"Japanese."

One after another, people identified the identity of the individual, specifically a samurai unique to Japan in the Extreme East overseas.

Upon identifying him, everyone was even more astonished.

Why so?

This was not just any Japanese samurai, but a Divinity Realm warrior. Although the overseas regions had abundant seas as resources, warriors were few, and the number in the Divinity Realm was far less than in the Central Plains.

Moreover, this person came from Japan, not someone from the Central Plains who had traveled overseas. In the minds of many, while the place was known for its fostered martial spirit, its traditions were not as ancient, and True Pill Realm Martial Artists were exceedingly rare, let alone those in the Divinity Realm.

A warrior in the Divinity Realm among overseas natives?

This was everyone’s thought. It was more astonishing than finding a golden phoenix flying out of a chicken nest.

Nevertheless, after briefly fixing their gaze on this Divinity Realm Japanese samurai, everyone’s attention shifted elsewhere.

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