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903 Chapter 904: Sending the Master on His Way
"Amitabha, do you really think you can take on so many disciples of the Buddhist Sect single-handedly?"
"Forgive my frankness, Master, you are indeed a prodigious talent and possess exceptional cultivation level, but you are no match for the numerous disciples of our Buddhist Sect. We specialize in using formations to defend and overcome stronger adversaries with weaker forces. Today, it would be wise for you to surrender willingly. As long as you hand over the resources you had just taken as well as the treasure named Huazi, I can assure you a way to stay alive," Monk Ming Dao said with disapproval, stating the numerous disciples of the Buddhist Sect could join forces and use formations, which, once deployed, could enable a group of cultivators at the Human Immortal Realm to briefly contend with, or even overwhelm, those at the Earth Immortal Realm. This young man before them was indeed a genius with formidable strength, perhaps even stronger than him, but when faced with the joint formation attack of nearly a hundred Buddhist monks, he had no choice but to be defeated and flee.
"Please excuse me for being so blunt, but I want to say that everyone present here is trash. To defeat you all, I need only one sword."
"Master, make your move, don't say I didn't give you the chance," Li Xiaobai said nonchalantly, hands clasped behind his back, an indifferent expression on his face.
"Form the array!"
Monk Ming Dao's face darkened with anger. It was not often he encountered someone so dismissive and arrogant; he felt the need to teach this man a bloody lesson.
"Line Formation!"
"Yin Yang Formation Array!"
"Three Talents, Four Images Formation!"
"Five Elements, Eight Trigrams Formation!"
"Seven Stars, Six Harmonies Formation!"
"Ninety-nine to Unity Formation!"
Disciples of the Buddhist Sect immediately positioned themselves in all directions on the deck, swiftly setting up various formations in groups large and small. Li Xiaobai closely observed the actions of the people before him; these were not nearly a hundred people casting a single formation but rather groups of three to five forming a variety of arrays.
Some formations only had two monks, while others had seven or eight. Golden formation patterns rose from beneath the disciples' feet, merging and intertwining to firmly enclose Li Xiaobai and Lin Zhao within, while white auras circulated—this was the Power of Faith.
"I didn't expect Master Li to be so confident. Underestimating our Buddhist Sect's formations will be costly. Disciples, heed my command: Merge with the heavenly essence, attack!"
Monk Ming Dao commanded coldly.
"Slay!"
The monks' formations beneath their feet slowly began to operate, fusing into their bodies. They took out long staves and launched fierce attacks on Li Xiaobai. In the void, tigers roared and dragons howled; various wild birds and ferocious beasts manifested, and occasionally Yin and Yang Qi flowed about, with Eight Trigram Array Plates floating in the air.
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Most of these Buddhist monks were only at the Human Immortal cultivation level; however, with the enhancement of the formations, their power had reached the realm of Earth Immortal cultivators. No wonder Monk Ming Dao was so confident despite seeming so ordinary.
But their power was still far from sufficient to break his defenses.
Ignoring the assaults of the many cultivators, Li Xiaobai drew a longsword and casually swept it through the nearest Five Elements, Eight Trigrams Formation. The Demon Sealing Sword Evocation enveloped the formation as the black sword light struck the golden patterns. The black energy clung on, spreading rapidly.
"Pfft!"
The leading monk within the formation spit out blood, his complexion pale as he staggered backward. Simultaneously, another monk immediately took his place, continuing to sustain the formation as the golden Buddhist light circulated to disperse the Demon Sealing Sword Evocation.
"Eh?"
Li Xiaobai uttered a light sound of surprise. So the formation could also work in this manner. The Five Elements, Eight Trigrams Formation consisted of two overlapping arrays, with eight monks standing on the inside and five on the outside. As the formations operated, the majority of the power would be concentrated on the lead monk of the formation for him to attack. If this monk was injured, he would immediately withdraw to recuperate while another monk stepped forward to organize the formation. This way, it could continuously cycle, allowing the formation to maintain an ever-lasting operation without being broken.
Not to mention that there are far more than just one Formation present. Surrounded by upwards of ten Formations, there is a looming tendency to combine into a great array. Even if one Formation was breached, a second would immediately fill the void. This strategy was quite obstinate, and indeed, for ordinary cultivators, it could be a battle of attrition to grind them down to death. However, for Li Xiaobai, it was utterly useless.
"Master Li, how about it? Do you now have a new appreciation for the Buddhist Sect's Formations? I believe that even a genius like Master Li could not possibly find a way out," said Monk Ming Dao, chuckling.
"Master, you know nothing of true power," Li Xiaobai said indifferently. He raised his longsword high and then viciously brought it down, invoking the Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch!
In an instant, the glow of the various formation patterns aboard the ship dissipated, and the monks felt their Immortal Yuan and Power of Vows being completely suppressed. Unable to control their bodies, they rushed towards Li Xiaobai, dropping to their knees, hands held up high in a gesture of worship. Monk Ming Dao was no exception, kneeling directly, his smile freezing into a bewildered expression.
"What... What's going on?"
"Why can't I move?"
"Why am I kneeling?"
"It's his Sword Technique. With one slash, our cultivation levels were completely suppressed, the Formations crumbled on their own, and even Brother Ming Dao has knelt!"
"What kind of Sword Technique is this? It's too bizarre, right?"
Lin Zhao and the others were also in agony. They were already weak, and now their powers were fully suppressed, unable to even heal their injuries, feeling utterly miserable.
"Wait just a moment, let me first send the venerable masters to ultimate bliss," Li Xiaobai murmured, his eyes flashing with a blood-colored light. A massive, blood-soaked heart appeared out of nowhere behind him, pulsing loudly like thunder, with tendrils thrashing wildly in the void, piercing into the monks kneeling on the ground, sucking them dry into mummified corpses that fell to the earth. A vast amount of resources exploded into the void, and the blood-colored Sin Value above his head soared continuously.
"The Heart of the Blood Demon, that's the Heart of the Blood Demon!"
"You... You're actually a cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect?"
"Why would a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect come to the Eastern Continent, and even join a Sword Sect? What on earth is going on?" Monk Ming Dao exclaimed in horror, recognizing the blood-colored heart in the void. It was far too identifiable. Even if one had only heard the rumors, they could instantly recognize it. This was a secret technique of the Super Sect from the Southern Continent, the Blood Demon Sect. It was said that only the most core genius disciples were qualified to learn it, and yet this young man possessed this divine skill?
"The Western Continent is just ahead. You can't kill me; otherwise, the Arhat Hall will surely come to capture you!"
"As long as Master Li is willing to release me, I am willing to give up all my possessions and will not trouble Master Li anymore!" Monk Ming Dao pleaded in fear.
"It's too late, Master. May you go in peace and reunite with Master Ming De," Li Xiaobai said dispassionately.
Swish!
A red lightning bolt streaked across the sky, piercing into Monk Ming Dao's chest, instantly turning him into a dried corpse, devoid of life.
"Sin Value: One million!"