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Soon, a holy and gentle radiance spread from his body, both warm and majestic, making the surrounding air feel heavy.
"Wei Changxuan," the Bodhisattva finally spoke, his voice low and gentle, like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum striking everyone's eardrums.
"Do you really want to think this through? Do you really want to make an enemy of the entire Heavenly Realm for your own selfish desires?"
You should understand that everything we do is to make the world order more perfect.
If your stubbornness causes the previously stable situation to collapse, not only will you yourself be punished, but you will also drag countless lives into calamity.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his heart was filled with compassion.
"If we can turn back now, everything can still be salvaged; but if we remain obstinate... then divine retribution will surely come, and there is no way to avoid it."
Upon hearing this, Wei Changxuan threw his head back and burst into wild laughter. His voice was loud and unrestrained, like thunder piercing the night sky, stirring up echoes.
With each step he took, a powerful aura enveloped all around him.
"Divine retribution?" He curled his lip in a mocking sneer, his expression full of disdain.
"Hahahaha... What a high-sounding excuse! I ask you, those who are high and mighty, how often have you ever considered the true well-being of the common people?"
Using order as a pretext to exercise despotism is nothing more than depriving people of their freedom!
Today I'm not afraid to tell you—in my entire life, Wei Changxuan, I have never taken a single penny of ill-gotten wealth, nor have I ever plotted to harm anyone. I have only acted according to the justice in my heart.
Protecting the Great Feng dynasty and its people is my duty, and I will have no regrets even if I give my last breath!
At the height of his passion, his eyes blazed with a fiery intensity.
"As for the so-called divine retribution... Haha, those who truly deserve this calamity are you scoundrels who wear the cloak of benevolence and righteousness but are actually tyrannical and violent!"
Having said that, he suddenly swung the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade hanging at his waist.
A torrent of lightning burst forth, forming a massive, dazzling lightning blade along the edge of the sword.
This lightning blade was several meters wide and emitted a dazzling blue-white light.
Like a celestial dragon spreading its wings and about to take flight, it roared away, tearing through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.
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Even the sky seemed to tremble with its power. Witnessing this awe-inspiring attack,
The Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the heavenly realm solemnly activated their respective defensive spells.
One of the elderly Arhats, dressed in a reddish-brown monk's robe, moved swiftly, his palms rapidly forming and changing hand seals.
Suddenly, a thick golden light curtain appeared in mid-air.
The light screen was engraved with intricate runes, shimmering with a warm and peaceful glow.
It was as if an impregnable fortress stood before them, confronting them with the overwhelming and terrifying threat...
Chapter 96 Fierce Battle, Wei Changxuan's Formidable Strength!
However, the power of the lightning blade far exceeded everyone's expectations. Just as the golden barrier was struck by the lightning blade,
A deafening roar tore through the air, making the entire space seem to tremble.
The blinding golden light and the violent arcs of electricity intertwined to create a dazzling display of light, like divine punishment descending, filled with an aura of destruction.
However, even such a sturdy defense could not withstand this terrifying power—the golden barrier was as fragile as glass.
It shattered suddenly in the next moment, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.
The lightning blade, seemingly undiminished in power, continued its forward strike, cleaving through mountains and splitting rocks as it hurtled towards the Arhat.
With a sharp whooshing sound, the lightning blade slammed into his body.
A deep, bone-revealing wound was left, and blood gushed out, staining his monk's robe red.
"Ah!" Luohan let out an extremely shrill scream, his face contorted in agony.
A look of disbelief and deep terror appeared in his eyes.
He pressed his hand tightly against his wound, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood from flowing out, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He stared at the still-cold enemy before him, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
His once resolute and fearless expression had completely crumbled.
Just then, Jiang Fang seized the opportunity with lightning speed; her figure flickered like a ghost.
They quickly circled around to the back of another Bodhisattva.
Her movements were swift and decisive; she seemed to blend seamlessly into the darkness.
Only a blurry afterimage remained, streaking across the void.
As she stealthily approached her target, she swung her sharp blade without hesitation.
A flash of cold light appeared, and it stabbed fiercely towards the opponent's unsuspecting back.
However, Bodhisattvas are no ordinary beings; even on a perilous battlefield,
His senses remain very sharp.
Almost at the same time, a chill ran down his spine, making him realize that danger was approaching.
He jerked to the side, trying to dodge, but he was too slow. The sharp blade, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, sliced through his clothes.
The fabric ripped instantly, and a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed down her back.
A bright red line was dyed onto the white robe with gold patterns.
At the same time, Luo Yuheng was unwilling to miss the opportunity to fight this fierce battle.
Her hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals with fluid, graceful movements, as if dancing with the mysterious runes of heaven and earth.
As the last handprint was completed, she gently opened her mouth and uttered a few low, powerful syllables:
"The spiritual lotus blooms, purifying evil!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge lotus flower of spiritual energy appeared out of thin air in the sky.
This lotus flower is pure white and translucent, each petal radiating a soft yet powerful glow.
A light mist lingered around, as if it contained the purest life energy in the world.
A moment later, the lotus flower suddenly bloomed, its radiance becoming even more dazzling.
It then flew straight towards the people of the Heavenly Domain.
Faced with this sudden attack, the Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Heavenly Realm hurriedly used their respective spells to block it.
Someone summoned a thick earthen wall, hoping to use it to withstand the impact of the lotus;
Some people unleashed a barrage of fireballs, attempting to fight back with violence; others chanted incantations to summon divine power to form a shield.
However, to their surprise, the spiritual lotus possessed incredible power.
The moment those defensive measures touched the lotus, they all collapsed and disintegrated like bubbles, unable to shake it in the slightest.
Not only were their spells completely neutralized, but their physical bodies also felt intense erosion.
The skin was burning and painful, and the muscles were twitching slightly, clearly due to the purifying power carried by the lotus.
It has already invaded their bodies, causing them great harm.
"Wei Changxuan, you...you're forcing us into a fight to the death!"
A burly Bodhisattva roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with boundless anger and resentment.
His eyes were bloodshot, flashing with an almost insane light, as if he wanted to devour someone.
His gaze was like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey, sending chills down one's spine.
However, Wei Changxuan remained unmoved, only coldly glancing back at Fang 460, his eyes revealing an undeniable determination.
"A fight to the death?" He scoffed, his tone indifferent yet his words resounding.
"Then come! Today, either you die, or we perish!"
But I firmly believe that victory will belong to us, to the Great Feng!
As soon as those words were spoken, the battle became even more intense and protracted.
Both sides fought with all their might, each move deadly, the air thick with the stench of blood and the smell of burning.
Although the Bodhisattvas and 533 Arhats of the Heavenly Realm displayed extremely formidable strength, Wei Changxuan, Jiang Fang, and Luo Yuheng's excellent teamwork and exceptionally fierce attacks made them a formidable force.
Eventually, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Continuous, high-intensity confrontation.
This caused the originally solid defenses of these Bodhisattvas and Arhats to gradually develop loopholes, and their scarred bodies indicated that they were nearing their limit.
Every clash was accompanied by the piercing sounds of bones breaking or weapons clashing.
Each new wound further depleted their energy and made their breathing increasingly labored and difficult.
Seeing the situation gradually turning against him, a dust-covered Arhat roared in a hoarse voice:
"We admit defeat today! However, the Heavenly Realm will not let you off the hook!"
Just wait, one day we will make you pay the price!
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Changxuan seized the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.
With a muffled thud, the Arhat suffered a severe blow to the chest, and his tall body was sent flying backward.
He fell heavily to the ground and remained silent, his life abruptly cut short.
His eyes were wide open, seemingly filled with deep resentment and bitterness.
Chapter 97 The Shock of the Crowd: Wei Changxuan Kills Bodhisattvas and Arhats!
As the battle intensified, the people of Tianyu fell one after another under Wei Changxuan's powerful offensive, like withered leaves in autumn.
Each strike carried the force of thunder, and each collision caused the air to vibrate and energy to surge.
Crimson blood blossoms bloomed in mid-air, then slowly fell, staining the misty earth beneath their feet.
Some people roar with resentment before they die, while others remain silent, their eyes conveying only their inner sorrow.
Finally, the leading bodhisattva—a man shrouded in golden Buddhist light—was now in a sorry state, his clothes torn and his face haggard.
His hands trembled and hung limply at his sides, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was intermittent and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.