What Is the Real Purpose

Chu Xingchen listened to these words without the slightest change in expression. Then he slowly exhaled, raised Wanban in his hand, and drew upon his spiritual power, transforming it into a deep-blue radiance.

“So I really do have to blame you filthy, obstructive wretches. If you’d obediently gone and died sooner, my esteemed Sister Bai would already be waiting for us in the Immortal Realm.”

“After hearing that, I’m even more determined to tear you limb from limb.”

What had happened had already happened, and they were now in the midst of a critical battle.

The reason Boluo had deliberately brought these matters up was naturally to shake their resolve. But there were priorities to consider. Even if everything Boluo had said was true, this was not the time to discuss it.

What was more, if one really thought about it, Chu Xingchen himself was also one of the beneficiaries of Bai Xuanling’s decision. If he were to criticize Bai Xuanling for failing to distinguish the circumstances, he would have no grounds to do so.

Good intentions were still good intentions.

At the very least, they had to deal with the Heavenly Demons before them first. Only then would they have time to discuss the matter in depth.

A faint azure hue lit up in Chu Xingchen’s eyes. Wanban in his hand transformed into flowing blue water, continuously radiating spiritual pressure compressed to the extreme. Calmly, he uttered two words:

“Prepare to die.”

Bai Xuanling immediately followed Chu Xingchen’s movements. Azure spiritual light intertwined with green radiance as the two of them swept toward the three Heavenly Demons together.

A trace of regret appeared in Boluo’s expression. But sowing discord was only an option. If it failed, he had nothing to lose.

The new Baibo glanced at Bai Xuanling, then very sensibly went to face Chu Xingchen.

Meiyu’s gaze shifted toward Boluo. Just as she was about to move and join Bai Xuanling, she heard Boluo’s secret transmission:

“A half-immortal is still an immortal. What I said just now was merely to undermine his morale. I already promised you that I would deal with Bai Xuanling. I won’t break my word.”

In an instant, the power of faith surged behind Meiyu. Boluo gripped his trident and charged straight toward Bai Xuanling without the slightest fear.

Qingming’s azure sword intent exploded forth.

In the blink of an eye, Boluo was sent flying back by a single slash, returning the way he had come.

Meiyu was rendered speechless. She could not understand what had given Boluo the confidence to make such grand claims, but now that he had arrived, whether he wanted to or not, their lives had already been placed on the table.

A crimson whip tore through space. Meiyu merely raised the scarlet lash slightly, and it seemed to pierce through space itself, appearing directly in front of Bai Xuanling’s face.

Bai Xuanling’s expression was icy. A sharp green light flashed in her eyes as she glared sideways. Sword intent pierced through the air, directly knocking away the whip that had come right up against her face.

“Damn…”

Meiyu retreated wildly, trying to avoid becoming Bai Xuanling’s first target.

After that simple exchange, Meiyu finally understood the true weight of a half-immortal.

The clash had only just begun when the Buddhist kingdom spread across the sky shattered once more.

A crimson figure charged straight toward Bai Xuanling.

A hint of contempt appeared on Bai Xuanling’s face. She raised Qingming to meet the attack.

Boom!

Spiritual power erupted, and dazzling light flashed through the air.

The crimson radiance was blasted backward once again.

The red light stabilized, revealing the figure of the Heavenly Demon Chiguo. His gaze remained fixed tightly on Bai Xuanling.

The Buddhist kingdom in the sky had yet to mend when another crimson light descended from above.

The Heavenly Demon Zhong Su, clad in heavy armor, charged directly at the Bright Buddha.

Of the Eight Great Heavenly Demons, Linglong had already died, leaving seven. Five of them had now arrived.

It seemed that the Heavenly Demons had truly staked everything on this battle.

But Chu Xingchen had not come here today harboring any illusions of luck.

The moment the two Heavenly Demons arrived, the Buddhist kingdom overhead was pierced like a curtain of rain, and several Tribulation Transcendence cultivators descended one after another.

This group was made up entirely of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators from the Profound Purity Heavenly Sect. Their leader was also an acquaintance—Huang Miao.

Without exchanging a word, the Tribulation Transcendence cultivators of the Profound Purity Heavenly Sect immediately formed a coordinated formation. Huang Miao, meanwhile, advanced alone, pressing directly toward the nearest Heavenly Demon, Zhong Su.

“We’re allies. No one said you couldn’t come in. Why did you have to kick down the door?”

The Bright Buddha’s expression was somewhat helpless. Then the Buddhist kingdom above, riddled with holes, slowly transformed into golden light and dispersed.

Once the battlefield became too chaotic, aside from Runan’s Buddhist kingdom, which still served a genuine purpose, the other Buddhist kingdoms were little more than background scenery.

There would certainly be many more arrivals from both sides. Other than being kicked apart to announce the arrival of reinforcements, this Buddhist kingdom probably had no other use.

It was better to withdraw it.

Radiant light appeared around the Bright Buddha.

Even monks knew how to throw punches!

Boluo raised his eyes. He looked at the Tribulation Transcendence cultivators surging toward him, then at the other cultivators in the distance who were still rushing over. He raised a hand, and the power of faith soaring into the sky began to burn completely, spreading in every direction.

His gaze shifted away from Bai Xuanling’s azure sword intent and turned toward the distant Heavenly Demon Zhong Su. He transmitted a question:

“Zhong Su, have you reached an agreement?”

Thunder continually flashed around Zhong Su. With a wave of his hand, countless bolts of lightning descended. Huang Miao, however, did not retreat in the slightest, merely continuing to hack forward with his sword. Zhong Su found a moment to send back a reply:

“He didn’t agree, but he didn’t refuse either. Your life today will decide the outcome. If you have anything else, bring it out quickly.”

Boluo exhaled and looked toward the area beneath the lotus pond.

“Hengwang! Come on out!”

The words had barely left his mouth when, from the place around the lotus pond—already blasted into a massive crater by countless spells—a bloody aura began to spread from beneath the earth.

It rapidly condensed into the form of a thin, short boy. He wore a tattered black garment and held a black short sword in his hand. Slowly, he raised his head and looked toward Boluo.

“Today… I’m truly placing my life in your hands.”

The boy’s voice was unexpectedly clear and crisp. Tightening his grip around the short sword, he turned his gaze toward Chu Xingchen.

Boom!

A scarlet curtain of sword intent slammed directly toward him.

This was a sword strike that no one could ignore, for an extremely crude reason—

It was huge!

The scarlet sword intent resembled a colossal mountain. Its upper end seemed to pierce the heavens as it descended with overwhelming simplicity and brutality.

It gave off the impression that if the blade was too small to hit you, then it would simply cut apart all the air around you as well.

If Bai Xuanling’s sword followed the path of ultimate sharpness and the limits of sword intent, then Hengwang’s was pure force.

Chu Xingchen looked up at the scarlet mountain of sword intent rushing toward him. A faint crimson light also lit up in his eyes. Without hesitation, he punched directly at the mountain of sword intent.

When Hengwang saw that Chu Xingchen truly intended to receive his attack with a fist, he could not help but wonder whether this kid’s brain was defective.

Boluo had been calculating against someone like this?

Was Boluo’s brain defective too?

Had he known this, he would have tested Chu Xingchen himself. He might even have won by now.

But then he saw Chu Xingchen truly meet the attack with one punch.

The mountain of sword intent was shattered halfway through by that single blow, while the remaining portion began to break apart as well.

How strange…

How was this possible?

Hengwang tightened his grip around the short blade, staring at Boluo in shock and confusion. Even now, Boluo was still being chased and hacked at by Bai Xuanling and Huang Miao working together.

Was Boluo really fighting against such an inexplicable monster?

And besides…

To this day, Hengwang still could not see how Boluo appeared capable of winning this battle.

What exactly was Boluo trying to do?