Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 273 - 272: Lin Heng: Go to Hell! [Part 3]

"What's that?"

The Saint Master looked at the Demon Sword with shock and anger.

He couldn't believe that his righteous and pure Buddhistic Immortal Artifact could not withstand this sinister weapon?

After a moment of shock, he decisively took action.

Beneath the Demon Sword, a Buddha Lotus suddenly blossomed, like a giant serpent swallowing the heavens, trying to engulf and take away the Demon Sword.

"Daoist, save me quickly!"

Red-clothed Long Kui inside the Demon Sword shouted urgently to Lin Heng upon sensing being enveloped by the Buddha Lotus. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Lin Heng instantly appeared.

Without any unnecessary moves, he gripped both sides of the lotus petals with his hands.

With a tearing sound.

The Buddha Lotus was ripped to shreds.

Then with a raise of his hand, the Demon Sword fell into Lin Heng's palm.

Lin Heng looked coldly at the Saint Master in the sky, then with a step, he shot upwards like a streak of light.

Then he slashed down with his sword.

A rumbling sound ensued.

The void was directly split open.

The Saint Master frowned slightly, his Zen Staff fell heavily, a burst of radiant Buddha Light erupted, forcing Lin Heng back several hundred feet.

But immediately afterwards, the Zen Staff could no longer hold and crumbled in the Saint Master's hand.

"This guy..."

As the shattered Immortal Artifact pierced into the Saint Master's palm, he looked at Lin Heng with shock and anger. With a light snort, the Buddhist Swastika Seal pushed horizontally towards him.

The Swastika rotated, like a world-destroying crescent blade.

The void was cut into hundreds of cracks.

Celestial Fire erupted from within.

Lin Heng's expression was stern, he stepped on the Demon Sword, maneuvering in the sky, evading the rotating Swastika Seal, then leapt, holding the sword with both hands and slashed at the Saint Master.

"You insolent wretch, how audacious!"

The Saint Master, angered, flicked his fingers, a sound like a beast's roar erupted from his fingertips.

In a daze, it seemed as if a primordial beast lunged at Lin Heng.

With a loud bang!

Lin Heng was once again forced back several hundred feet.

Yet, the Saint Master still stood like a tiger in the sky, unmoving.

However, in a fleeting glance, the Celestial Dragon on Fa Hai's shoulder noticed the hand behind the Saint Master, fingers trembling, seeping golden blood.

All the onlookers, unaware of this, only saw the Saint Master force back Observatory Master Qingfeng with a flick, and they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Good grief, is the Zen Master from Little Sumeru Mountain this terrifying?"

"That's Observatory Master Qingfeng, who slew the Black Mountain Demon, exterminated the Plague Demon, and slaughtered the Maoshan Corpse Fiend over a thousand miles."

"Even the Heavenly Injury Star, who has achieved ascension, holds him in high regard."

"Yet this Zen Master, with a flick, prevented this renowned Observatory Master from advancing?"

"Is Little Sumeru Mountain truly this frightening?"

Many factions were secretly alarmed, gaining a deeper understanding of the most mysterious Saint Sect of Buddhism.

Yet no one noticed that the Celestial Demon Emperor had quietly slipped into the battlefield below.

Lin Heng's sights were only on the bald monk in front.

The opponent's power was truly extraordinary.

But Lin Heng had nothing polite to say.

After being forced back with a flick, he transformed once more into a stream of light, in a fierce onslaught continuously slashing towards the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master.

The Sumeru Mountain Saint Master's face was filled with anger, flicking his fingers with golden light, waving Buddha Seals.

In an instant, over a hundred swift exchanges had taken place.

The further it went, the more irritated he became, shouting angrily:

"A dignified disciple of Daoism using the weapon of the sinister, is this a righteous act?"

The caliber of that Demon Sword had already surpassed ordinary Immortal Soldiers.

This made the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master apprehensive, a slight mistake would risk severe injury.

Helplessly, he could only speak to unsettle the opponent's mind.

However, Lin Heng couldn't be bothered to argue, his only response was to swing his sword with a simple, straightforward curse.

"A gutter rat dares to lecture me about right and wrong?"

"Go to hell!"

The pure crudeness of the insult left the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master both shocked and infuriated, unable to comprehend how such a coarse individual could exist at such a high realm.

How could someone at this level of cultivation be so uncouth?

"Though lacking in decorum, I must admit, well said!"

"That's a Daoist for you, regardless of cultivation level, if they're unhappy they'll curse straight out, without any pretense."

"Well, that's because the merits accumulated by Daoists are all spent on cursing others."

"Haha..."

The surrounding great cultivators couldn't help but smile knowingly.

On the battlefield.

Another sword strike fell. The Sumeru Mountain Saint Master hurriedly evaded, the site still echoed with a myriad of sword shadows, the torn space unable to repair itself for a time.

Increasingly infuriated, the Saint Master retreated as he rapidly chanted the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra.

Om!

Ma!

Ni!

Pad!

Me!

Hum!

With his recitation, six Sanskrit words shot forth, growing with the wind, transforming into a giant dragon.

The dragon roared towards Lin Heng.

This technique, Lin Heng had already learned it while vanquishing Jinshan Temple.

But it had to be admitted.

The Six-Character Mantra in the mouth of this bald monk and that of the foundational members of Jinshan Temple was incomparable in effect.

The six characters pushed forward, distorting and collapsing the void into black holes.

The murderous intent within exceeded that of Jinshan Temple's foundation a hundred, a thousand times!

"Yin and Yang appear, Taiji emerge!"

Lin Heng decreed.

Without any hesitation, he used Immortal Technique, summoning the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram.

The Taiji Diagram expanded with the wind, becoming an eye of the storm, suspended before Lin Heng, its furious rotation distorting the surrounding space into chaos.

As if the sky itself was about to be consumed.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The collision between the Six-Character Mantra and the Taiji Diagram was like towering mountains falling into the sea.

The resulting shock made the heavens and earth shake, with golden light spilling everywhere.

It must be acknowledged.

The cultivation of the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master was indeed astonishingly terrifying.

For the first time, Lin Heng's Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram showed signs of cracking during its devouring.

But fortunately, the Six-Character Mantra was eventually killed off one by one.

The Taiji Diagram gradually faded.

Lin Heng's face grew slightly pale, but he continued forward, like a comet streaking the sky.

Forcing the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master to retreat again and again.

"You mad dog!"

With a piece of his Kasaya cut open by the Demon Sword, the Sumeru Mountain Saint Master finally showed a bit of panic.

In his shock and anger, he no longer hesitated, throwing out two items.

One was a Golden Alms Bowl.

The other was a Lotus Platform.

The Lotus Platform erupted with a pillar of light reaching the end of the sky.

The Golden Alms Bowl emitted a great bell sound, shaking the surroundings.

The Sumeru Mountain Saint Master, carrying the unconscious Fa Hai, hurriedly jumped onto the Lotus Platform.

On the other side, the heavily wounded Venerable Guangming, almost unable to escape on his own, was terrified when he saw this and shouted:

"Saint Master, I'm not on yet, I'm not on yet!"

"Take me with you!!"

No one paid him any attention.

The Saint Master tossed the Golden Alms Bowl from the sky, blocking Lin Heng, who tried to pursue.

Seeing the sky-darkening Golden Alms Bowl looming above, Lin Heng immediately activated the Qi Body Origin Flow, channeling his Innate True Qi towards the Demon Sword.

In an instant, a mighty wind arose from the heavens and earth.

The fierce wind converged on the Demon Sword, with countless Sword Qi poised to strike.

"Celestial Spirit Sword Qi!"

Lin Heng shouted, slashing with his sword.

The illusory image of the Demon Sword suddenly obscured the entire sky.

In the eyes of everyone, only a vast black light remained.

In the next second, with a resounding clang, the massive Golden Alms Bowl descending from the sky was directly sliced in half.