Chapter 146: Chapter 100: Divine Sword Sect vs Demon Monk_3
He swiftly circulated the Qi-Blood Force within his body, coating his purple sword with even more Qi-Blood Force.

Then, he slashed down at the monk below.

If nothing went wrong…

Under the might of this sword,

the Yellow-Robed Monk would have no doubt perished.

However, the next turn of events was somewhat as the middle-aged cultivator had anticipated.

Under the sweep of his sword,

a faint Buddha’s light suddenly diffused around the Yellow-Robed Monk.

Around him, an energy shield about one and a half meters in radius abruptly appeared in front of the middle-aged cultivator.

No matter how hard the middle-aged cultivator wielding the purple sword tried,

his sword, imbued with the Qi-Blood Force of the Organ Refinement Intermediate Stage,

constantly failed to breach that pale-yellow energy shield.

“Benefactor, I gave you a chance,”

“I told you, put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot.”

“But it seems you have already entered the hated path of the Demonic Path and can no longer turn back…”

The Yellow-Robed Monk still had his hands pressed together in prayer, watching the middle-aged cultivator before him with a calm demeanor.

And as the Yellow-Robed Monk unfolded his hands, the Buddha Beads he had been tightly clutching

now slowly levitated into the void.

The energy shield, which should have been only a one and a half meter radius,

now expanded to about fifty meters, enveloping not only the middle-aged cultivator but also many young cultivators nearby.

“The Buddha is merciful, but he also has his wrath,”

“Who will go to hell if I do not enter?

Today, I shall extinguish you practitioners of demonic ways…”

After the Yellow-Robed Monk finished speaking, a terrifyingly immense pressure pressed down upon the middle-aged cultivator and all the young cultivators.

The pressure was so great, it was like a small mountain.

Forcibly placed upon their backs.

Not to mention those young cultivators wielding long swords.

Even the middle-aged cultivator’s complexion had also turned somewhat ugly.

The situation now seemed increasingly troubling.

Although he was loath to admit it,

it appeared he had truly met with calamity in an unexpected place.

“No choice now…”

“I must gamble with my life…”

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the Yellow Buddhist Beads levitating above him, which seemed to be a lower-grade Yellow Spiritual Artifact.

He gripped his longsword tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Afterward, he began to circulate the blood flow within his body at an exceedingly strange rhythm.

“Ah!!!”

With a loud cry from the sword-wielding middle-aged cultivator, his cultivation was forcibly elevated to the Refining Stage Late Realm.

His overall strength experienced a significant boost.

However, there was not a hint of relief on the face of the middle-aged cultivator holding the purple sword.

On the contrary, his expression grew even more serious.

Because he was well aware,

that after using the low-grade Yellow Cultivation Technique, the Blood Burning Technique,

The cultivation base of the self, although it can be greatly enhanced, if the enemy cannot be solved within a short period of time,

then, once the effects of the Blood Burning Technique dissipate,

your body will face a period of weakness.

A temporary decline of one or two minor realms in your cultivation base is not an impossibility.

…

“Yellow Grade lower-tier Buddha Beads?”

“And a special type of Cultivation Technique that can enhance one’s cultivation base?”

“Things seem to be getting more and more interesting…”

Just as the battle between the middle-aged cultivator and the Yellow-Robed Monk became more intense,

Luo Changfeng was observing from a certain corner.

At this moment, he was standing silently.

He watched with great interest.

However, as time passed,

and the effects of the middle-aged cultivator’s Blood Burning Technique gradually faded,

that mere Yellow-Robed Monk in the Organ Refinement Initial Stage,

eventually gained the upper hand in this war.

“Benefactor, you have deeply fallen into the demonic path…”

The Yellow-Robed Monk waved his hand and called back the Yellow Buddhist Beads floating in the void.

Afterward, he brought his hands together again,

and with an extremely calm expression, he slowly walked towards the middle-aged man.

“Today, for the sake of Buddhism, I shall rid the world of you, this demon…”

As the Yellow-Robed Monk gradually approached the middle-aged cultivator,

and slowly lifted his fair right hand adorned with a string of Yellow Buddhist Beads,

the middle-aged cultivator closed his eyes in despair.

The aura emanating from his body also began to fall from the Organ Refinement Late Stage to the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage at that moment.

At this moment, the effect of the Blood Burning Technique had completely worn off.

His cultivation base had temporarily fallen to the Organ Refinement Initial Stage.

Previously, even in the Organ Refinement Late Stage, he struggled to cope with this demonic monk.

Now, in the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage and with an exceedingly weak body, how could he contend with the demonic monk before him?

Since his youth, he had joined the Divine Sword Sect and had wandered between life and death countless times.

He had thought that, in this battle against this demonic monk,

he would still be the one who emerged victorious in the end.

Only, he hadn’t expected…

that he would be the one to suffer defeat.

Ultimately, he still lost to the demonic monk before him.

“It’s over…”

The middle-aged man’s face revealed a trace of bitterness, and just as he was preparing to silently await the arrival of death,

suddenly, a thunderbolt came from the clear sky.

A column of thunder about ten meters in radius and of a particularly deep color began to coalesce in the void.

The Yellow-Robed Monk silently looked up, observing the column formed by the terrifying Thunderous Force above his head.

His ever-calm expression began to change for the first time.

“Divine Sword Sect, is this your trump card?”

As the Yellow-Robed Monk retreated frantically, he once again waved his hand, activating the Yellow Buddhist Beads in his grasp.