Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 918 - 624: This Demon Monk! Just Who Is He?

"Demon Monk!"

"This is a disaster!"

Yan Chuan stared at the demon monk.

Previously.

According to his habit, he would often arrange a sequence from front to back. For example, with the demon monk, since he was the latest to attempt a breakthrough, Yan Chuan would leave him for last, starting with the Eagle Claw King and Lady Sword.

Similarly, for Luo Yan, Thunder God, Heart-Pulling Old Demon, and the Demon Cave Swordsman, regardless of how many were attempting breakthroughs at that time, Yan Chuan would have them line up according to sequence, killing them one by one, slowly and orderly, with confidence.

After all, the first to attempt a breakthrough, the longer the duration, the more likely they are to succeed. Yan Chuan's sequencing had scientific rationale.

Most reasonable!

But this time.

This demon monk.

Unusual.

"I can't let him breakthrough easily."

"Otherwise, this Flower Monk might give me a big surprise."

Yan Chuan rarely takes an unconventional path. At the first moment of the demon monk's breakthrough, at the first moment of the 'Task Treasure Mirror' issuing the task, he communicated with the treasure mirror—

"Kill the demon monk!"

"I want the heavy treasure 'Stellar Shadow Movement Pearl!'"

[47, Stellar Shadow Movement Pearl: Ordinary heavy treasure, 900 million military merits, the interior of the pearl seems to contain an endless starry sky. When the cultivation technique is operated, the pearl projects starlight, which gathers into illusory figures moving with unique steps. It will make corresponding changes and fusion according to the holder's own movement technique, allowing anyone to create a movement technique that matches themselves, perfectly fitting.]

Stellar Shadow Movement Pearl!

Valued at 900 million!

Yan Chuan's appetite grew larger!

But the high-levels of Sitting Mountain Country at the Sixth Battlefield were already numb. They were angry, but it was useless. The sunk cost was too high. So far, they had given Yan Chuan six pieces of heavy treasure. If they were to turn against Yan Chuan now, not only would these six treasures be wasted, more importantly, three super divine generals from the opposing camp would definitely break through. At that time, would Sitting Mountain Country have a place in the Sixth Battlefield?

Then.

These high-levels would all be held accountable and blamed.

This would be troublesome.

Therefore—

"Agree with him!"

[Your 'Stellar Shadow Movement Pearl' is being dispatched, please check for receipt.]

"Sensible."

Yan Chuan chuckled softly, then flashed forward and charged to the demon monk.

"Amitabha!"

The demon monk faced danger without fear, pressing his palms together and chanting scripture. True Qi flowed like a stream, gathering in his palms, guided by the Buddha's Light, condensing True Qi in the palms. Then he pushed forward with both palms—

This move is!

Buddha's Light Palm!

Boom boom boom!

The Buddha's light shone all over!

Palm winds carried gentle light, seemingly peaceful yet containing unrivaled strength.

The brilliance flickered, where it passed, the air twisted slightly, burned to a slight distortion, making crackling sounds. The power of this move was tremendous, quietly penetrating the enemy's defenses with seemingly gentle force, like silent blades, driving straight at Yan Chuan. As it passed, it lifted a layer of the ground, creating flying sand and rolling stones.

Yan Chuan's gaze focused as he stepped on "Impermanence," moving with irregularity, dangerous yet safe, advancing and stopping unpredictable, going and returning. His body was like a leaf floating uncertainly in the wind, or mist vanishing without a trace, easily dodging the demon monk's fierce attack. The surrounding dust was stirred by his figure, forming small whirlwinds.

"Good movement technique, benefactor!"

The demon monk praised upon missing a strike but angrily widened his eyes. True Qi erupted from his dantian like a volcanic explosion, pouring into his arms.

True Qi immediately burst forth—

Vajra's Angry Gaze!

The palm momentum was fierce, like a Vajra throwing punches, majestic and carrying winds destroying everything. The palm wind howled, where it passed, debris flew and sandstorm surged, its power great enough to smash giant rocks hard as iron. The ground was blasted into deep pits, cracks spreading like spiderwebs.

Earth cracked!

The demon monk was truly strong!

"Haha!"

"Strong enough!"

Yan Chuan laughed, fearless, his knuckles cracked, fingers dancing like a storm, strong claw winds howled out, seeming to tear through void, everything touched shattering instantly. The claw winds were fierce, slicing air with a sharp whistle, finger power highly concentrated, like a destructive force.

"Amitabha!"

"My Buddha is merciful!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The demon monk loudly preached "Compassion." Facing Yan Chuan's counterattack, he instantly became gentle and accommodating, letting True Qi seep slowly from his palms like a spring breeze. The palm wind was soft, trying to dissolve Yan Chuan's fierce claw power. Softness overcomes hardness, cleverly dispersing Yan Chuan's aggressive attack to the surroundings, causing soil and stone to scatter.

Grand and colossal!

Earth shattered!

Yan Chuan quickly changed stance, walking the hexagrams, turning Qi through meridians, with sword; his figure unpredictable, making it difficult for the demon monk to grasp his attack direction. Meanwhile, he maneuvered finger skills, with True Qi from dantian moving through complex meridians to fingertips, which slightly quivered, making sharp noises as if piercing the firmament. Changes in finger skills, fierce finger winds, briefly freezing space where they passed.

Buzz~

The demon monk took a step forward, expanding Buddha Light's power to form a brilliant shield. True Qi surged like a torrent through all meridians, resonating with external light, merging and weaving together. It blocked Yan Chuan's mysterious finger skills. The brilliance of the shield was strong, resisting various strong attacks, where it touched, air ionized with a sizzling sound.

Yan Chuan changed again, wielding a long whip, the whip twisting like a raging creature with unstoppable momentum. Consecutively attacking the demon monk, the attack path was extremely erratic, like a spiritual snake entwining, striking, whip shadows heavy, causing debris to collapse and wind to reverse.

The demon monk remained calm, once again palm together, gathering True Qi in both arms, muscles bulging, veins protruding like old tree roots. His palm power was irresistibly strong, directly confronting Yan Chuan's cunning whip. Palm winds like a thunderbolt, destroying all that obstructed, where touched, the whip disintegrated, turning to powder.

...

"Oh my!"

"Truly fierce!"

"This is the first one to fight against the Living Yama to such an extent!"

"Who is this demon monk exactly?"

"Could it be Luo Yan and Thunder God, Heart-Pulling Old Demon, and Demon Cave Swordsman didn't break through, yet this demon monk drank the first soup?"

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Yan Chuan and the demon monk engaged, the battle grew fiercer, changing the world's hue.

Around tens of thousands of high rank divine generals were shocked and retreated, fearing the terrifying battle's aftermath.

Stunned!

Confused!

All focused.

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