“Am I going to die like this? I am not resigned.”
At this moment, Wei Wuji’s heart was filled with despair and deep frustration.
He was an Innate Sword Body with peak Cave Heaven cultivation. Logically, in a full fight, he should not have lost so miserably.
But Ye Qiu’s speed was too fast, his combat power too fierce, causing him to have no chance to even draw his sword later. He was beaten to tatters, losing all ability to resist.
“Ye Changsheng, you will not die well!”
Wei Wuji’s eyes were bloodshot as he cursed loudly.
“Enough, save some energy. While An Ruoxi and the others have not gone far, you can catch up to them after going down.” Ye Qiu said indifferently.
“If there is a next life, I will definitely tear you to pieces.”
After roaring this, Wei Wuji closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death.
He did not choose to escape with his primordial spirit, because he knew Ye Qiu’s speed was too fast. Even escaping with the primordial spirit, he could not get away.
He thought of self-destructing to perish together with Ye Qiu, but as soon as the idea appeared, terrifying killing intent enveloped his whole body.
Seeing Ye Qiu’s right foot getting closer to Wei Wuji’s head, about to stomp his skull, suddenly a voice rang out.
“Put down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha on the spot.”
This voice was full of magical power. Anyone who heard it felt bathed in sunlight, becoming lazy, unable to muster any energy.
Long Mei Zhenren and Mo Tianji stood in place, dazed. As for Lin Da Niao, his body lay limply on the ground, grinning foolishly.
On the Qingyun Sword Sect side, Yun Xi’s eyes became dazed. As for the disciples behind her, they stood like wooden stakes, as if under a body-fixing spell.
Even Ye Qiu was affected. The killing aura on him dissipated like a tide, his right foot stopping in mid-air, only two feet from Wei Wuji’s head.
“Clang!”
Suddenly, the Xuanyuan Sword hidden in Ye Qiu’s left eye vibrated slightly, emitting a sword cry.
Immediately, Ye Qiu woke up abruptly, seeing his right foot had not stomped on Wei Wuji’s head, somewhat puzzled.
“What happened?”
“Why did I suddenly stop?”
“Yes, it was that voice!”
Ye Qiu turned his head sharply and saw a monk in a grey kasaya standing not far away, smiling at him.
This monk was about twenty years old, with clear brows and bright eyes. He wore a string of white Buddhist beads around his neck, cloth shoes on his feet. Though his monk robe was old, it was particularly clean.
Ye Qiu recognized him at a glance. This monk was the Buddha’s son from Lingshan Great Thunderclap Temple.
Wu Hua!
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed. Wu Hua had influenced everyone’s actions with just a voice, showing that Wu Hua’s strength was extremely terrifying.
At least, far surpassing Wei Wuji, An Ruoxi, Cao Mao, and the others.
“This little monk appearing now, I am afraid he comes with ill intent.” Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes, about to speak, but Wu Hua spoke first.
“Amitabha, this little monk Wu Hua, from Lingshan Great Thunderclap Temple, greets Donor Ye.”
Wu Hua smiled, hands clasped together, politely saluting Ye Qiu.
“What a Buddhist chant, worthy of the Buddha’s son from Great Thunderclap Temple, impressive.” Mo Tianji’s voice sounded.
Ye Qiu looked back and saw Mo Tianji forming seals with his hands in front, softly saying, “Wake up.”
The voice was not loud, but filled with heavenly power.
Immediately, Long Mei Zhenren, Lin Da Niao, Yun Xi, and the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples all woke up.
“What happened? Why does this poor Daoist feel like he blacked out?” Long Mei Zhenren looked puzzled.
Lin Da Niao said, “I seemed to have a dream in a daze, with a naked woman dancing in front of me. Her figure was slender, her dance graceful, making me mesmerized…”
Slap!
Long Mei Zhenren slapped Lin Da Niao on the head, interrupting him, then asked Mo Tianji, “Junior brother, what happened just now?”
“Naturally, it was this Buddha’s son from Great Thunderclap Temple’s doing.” Mo Tianji stared cautiously at Wu Hua.
Wu Hua looked at Mo Tianji, a strange light flashing in his eyes, smiling slightly, “Amitabha, so the donor is the disciple of the Divine Calculator, my respects.”
Yun Xi also woke up, looking at Wu Hua, slightly frowning her willow brows.
“Why did someone from Great Thunderclap Temple appear now? Could it be to stop Changsheng from killing Wei Wuji?”
Just as Yun Xi thought this, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out, “What are you here for?”
Ye Qiu’s tone was unfriendly. Wu Hua’s sudden appearance, stopping him from killing Wei Wuji, made Ye Qiu very unhappy.
“Donor Ye, Prince Wei is an old acquaintance of this little monk. This little monk wishes to ask Donor Ye to spare his life.” Wu Hua directly stated his purpose.
Wei Wuji was stunned, looking at Wu Hua in surprise, thinking, I have no connection with people from Great Thunderclap Temple, why does Wu Hua say I am his old acquaintance?
Though puzzled, Wei Wuji was still excited, because Wu Hua came to save him.
Moreover, as far as he knew, Wu Hua was the disciple of Lingshan’s saint monk. It was said that when Wu Hua was born, heavenly phenomena descended, and the lotus that had withered for a hundred thousand years on Lingshan suddenly revived, blooming overnight.
Not only that, Buddha’s son Wu Hua had extraordinary talent. At six, he mastered various scriptures. At ten, he debated with high monks, causing heavenly resonance. At twelve, he formed his golden core. At fourteen, he entered the Cave Heaven realm, with extremely high talent.
Just now, Wu Hua merely said a word, influencing everyone’s actions, showing Wu Hua was very strong.
“I am not familiar with you. Why should I spare him just because you say so?” Ye Qiu’s tone remained rude.
“Donor Ye, as long as you let Prince Wei go, this little monk can give you a hundred-thousand-year spiritual herb.” Wu Hua said smiling, “Please, Donor Ye, be merciful.”
Ye Qiu was unmoved. The Undying Mountain had countless treasures. He had even found a million-year divine medicine, so how could he care about a hundred-thousand-year spiritual herb?
Now, he only wanted to kill Wei Wuji.
Wei Wuji was an Innate Sword Body, with remarkable cultivation, deep background, and cunning mind. Letting such a person go would surely cause endless trouble.
Moreover, Wei Wuji had witnessed Ye Qiu killing An Ruoxi, Cao Mao, and others. If let go, once he left the Undying Mountain and spread the news, Ye Qiu would face pursuit from several major forces.
So, killing him was the safest.
Ye Qiu looked at Wu Hua and said, “Sorry, it is not that I do not give you face, but I am determined to kill this person.”
After speaking, Ye Qiu’s right foot stomped down fiercely.
His foot was originally only two feet from Wei Wuji’s head. If not for Wu Hua’s sudden appearance using Buddhist chant, influencing his action, Wei Wuji’s head would have been stomped long ago.
In an instant, Wei Wuji felt enveloped in huge death shadow. In panic, he cried out loudly for help, “Buddha’s son, save me.”
