Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2320 - 174: The Truth (Part 2)
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In that instant, detecting the nearby ripples of energy, one of the heads pivoted just a touch, and upon spotting that well-known countenance, its eyes widened sharply!
"It’s you!"
A roar brimming with astonishment and rage erupted from the depths of the Three-headed and Six-armed Bodhisattva's frame.
When foes cross paths, hatred ignites like wildfire.
Though cautious of Wang Ba's power, the barrier of this realm had already been torn open by their forces, thrusting them into a desperate fight for survival with no time to waver.
Without delay, he pulverized the cultivator gripped in his grasp, then gripped five upper grade Dao Treasures and one top grade Dao Treasure across his six limbs, and with no divine beast to ride, he barreled ahead.
Wang Ba's features stayed impassive, as a massive brush emerged from his Primordial Spirit, swiftly sketching the 'forbidden' symbol in the empty air, seven symbols in sequence, all hurtling toward Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva!
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva brandished the top grade Dao Treasure he held, charging forward to clash with the assault.
The ink symbol smashed against the Dao Treasure, instantly etching onto its surface, causing its glow to fade in a flash!
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva hadn't anticipated the brush's ink could taint the Dao Treasure, his face twisted in alarm, and he scrambled to pull it back.
But right then.
Wang Ba's demeanor held steady, and he intoned a deep order:
"Freeze!"
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva's form went rigid for a split second, yet he shattered the hold almost right away.
In the meantime, the nearby Bodhisattvas and Arhats surged in, hoisting their Dao Treasures, unleashing strikes at Wang Ba!
Amid this dire peril, Wang Ba stayed utterly serene, the Taoist Sword Dao Treasure in his grip sweeping downward, and suddenly a verdant glow enveloped his silhouette, avian wings unfurled at his back, accompanied by a piercing hawk cry, he soared effortlessly over the encircling monks, myriad phantoms flickering behind him, now visible, now gone.
A savage glare crossed Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva's three heads as he saw Wang Ba hurtling directly toward him, and a chilling laugh rang out:
"You dare defy the Buddha Lord, today you'll fall into my clutches..."
His six arms flared out, the golden form ballooning in size at once.
Wang Ba's look stayed serene and unshaken, lightly lifting the Taoist Sword in his grasp, channeling immortal power into it.
Whoosh!
A faint golden blade beam cut through the air without a sound.
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva recoiled in terror!
Yet bereft of the top grade Dao Treasure's guard, three from his six arms got severed in an instant!
Right on its heels came a sharp yell:
"Freeze!"
The three-headed shape locked up tight!
Yet another blade beam dropped down noiselessly.
The three savage heads soared upward, then exploded apart in a burst!
Left behind was the mangled golden frame, where wild Demonic Qi churned furiously, as if striving to regenerate fresh heads and limbs!
But in this fleeting heartbeat, Wang Ba blurred into motion, hoisted his palm smooth as jade, and slammed it onto the nexus of Demonic Qi and golden body, streams of Divine Patterns pouring from his hand, blanketing the whole thing in a rush, clamping it down with force!
The instant after, his sleeve billowed open, drawing Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva inside.
Next, he shot a cold glance at the Bodhisattvas and Arhats closing in from behind, his visage icy, eyes narrowing faintly, as Divine Patterns gleamed, and he vanished from sight.
The whole clash unfolded in a blur, seamless and unrelenting, without a single pause.
Just as he faded away, over a dozen top grade and upper grade Dao Treasures converged and hammered down, only to hit empty space.
Shortly after, a monk clad in blazing red robes streaked in from beyond the realm, his face grave as he eyed the three severed arms, reining in his wrath while murmuring:
"Supreme True Buddha!"
The other Bodhisattvas and Arhats, catching sight of this arrival, bowed low at once:
"Greetings to the Southern Great Bodhisattva."
The monk in fiery red robes gave a grim nod, then peered into the realm's inner reaches, intoning gravely:
"Stay close, don't stray!"
Meanwhile.
Inside the Taoist Field.
A burst of light flared, and Wang Ba's form materialized again, close by the boy in purple robes.
He declared with gravity:
"Mission accomplished."
"Nine Breaths!"
The cultivators all around observed in hushed awe the green-robed man who departed, having seized Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva in mere strikes from thousands of miles distant and then rematerialized before them, leaving everyone dumbstruck and silent.
The boy in purple robes gazed at Wang Ba now, barely containing his delight and ease, bursting out in thrilled acclaim:
"Good!"
"You haven't disappointed me, Taoist Friend!"
Wang Ba kept his composure, his eyes scanning the area, noting that the Crossing Tribulation cultivators dispatched earlier were starting to come back, while the fray in the water curtain appeared to push rapidly toward the realm's core.
This only deepened his belief that Sect Leader Bai was truly drawing the foes further in.
As for the boy in purple robes, who had borne heavy strain but now looked far lighter, he fixed on the flame-robed monk emerging in the water curtain, his face brightening at last.
Deep in his gaze lingered a trace of eagerness.
"Southern Great Bodhisattva has shown himself and stepped into the realm, let's hold on a little more..."
He tracked the monks pouring into the realm, his look turning weightier, though his eyes burned with rising hope.
This odd mismatch caught not just Wang Ba's notice, but the eyes of the cultivators nearby too.
With the influx of realm-entering monks swelling, the ranks of Bodhisattvas and Arhats surpassing all forecasts, and the sent-in reinforcements falling back inch by inch.
At last, one cultivator could no longer hold back, voicing the vital question they'd all sidestepped:
"Sect Leader Bai, when will True Man Gai and the rest emerge?"
At those words, the boy in purple robes hesitated a beat, then swiveled to regard the looming Seated Buddha just beyond the realm, murmuring softly:
"Soon, no need to fret, it won't be long..."
Positioned next to the boy in purple robes, picking up on his strange air, Wang Ba's mind swelled with fresh disquiet.
This disquiet solidified his sense that something key had slipped past him.
Right then, a voice taut with strain and haste rang suddenly in his ear: