Sword Aura to the Heavens

Chapter 464: Chapter 459: Battle Against the Heroes

"Taiping Temple, Ten Thousand Buddha Temple."

Li Fan looked up at the people from the two great factions and laughed out loud, "For what purpose do you all come here, is it also to kill me?"

At this moment, he stood alone with a sword across the sky, facing heroes from all over the land, and the cultivators around the Qiyun Mountain Range looked at that figure with a hint of solitude.

One person, one sword, faced with the entirety of the Great Li World.

Lonely, yet somewhat tragic.

But even so, he remained standing, as resolute as a sword, proudly facing the sky, as if even if he were against the world, he would still break it with one sword.

Perhaps this is the sword of Li Mountain.

For many cultivators in the Capital, the Li Mountain Sword was always in legends, today, they finally saw it, on a young man.

And at this moment, the two great forces he faced were also the most legendary top-tier factions. The Taiping Temple and Ten Thousand Buddha Temple rarely appeared, Taiping Temple located in Tao State within the Thirty-Six States of Da Li; Ten Thousand Buddha Temple was in the western Shanzhou. These two states held exceptionally special status in Da Li, rumored that Tao State believed in Dao, and Shanzhou was filled with temples, with weak court rule, they were also far from the center of the Da Li Dynasty.

"It has been many days, Taoist Friend Li, and you still shine as before." A hearty laugh rang out from Li Changtian, a Daoist who had fought Li Fan before. Previously, when he was killing demons outside, he encountered an ambush from Li Fan but narrowly escaped death, using a talisman to block Li Fan’s sword and flee.

"Being a defeated general, how dare you come again?" Li Fan asked with his sword, even though he was alone, he still seemed unrivaled in arrogance.

Even the prodigy of Taiping Temple was defeated by Li Fan?

"Since it’s a discussion of Dao, why can’t I come? Taoist Friend Li, you are truly formidable, not only single-handedly causing chaos with demons but now, single-handedly bringing all factions into the Capital." Li Changtian said with a smile, "If, given time, Taoist Friend Li enters the ranks of top-tier Great Sword Cultivators, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?"

"If only the common people could enjoy peace like you all do, that would be good." Li Fan retorted sarcastically.

"Master Li, do you know about the demon calamity of the past?" At this moment, a gentle and kind-looking bald monk from the direction of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple radiated Buddhist light. His earlobes were large, and his face was smiling, appearing charitable at a glance, but on closer inspection, seemed to lack something.

"Does the master have any advice?" Li Fan asked.

"In those days, chaos from demons wreaked havoc, the world was in turmoil, and countless families were broken, with numerous deaths and injuries." The monk clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and chanted Buddha, seemingly blessing the deceased.

"So?" Li Fan looked at the monk.

"Why must Master Li stir up demon chaos again, or do you wish for Da Li to relive the purgatory of those days?" The monk opened his eyes to glare at Li Fan, a pressure sweeping out, full of domineering Dragon Elephant power.

Li Fan’s white robe fluttered, but his eyes remained fixed on the monk, then a smile appeared in his gaze, it seemed there was no expectation.

"In the land of Shanzhou of the western Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, the incense must be flourishing, but how would they care about children being captured by demons, birthing monster offspring, and ultimately dying at the hands of demons."

"As the saying goes, if I don’t enter hell, who will? But what does hell have to do with me?"

Li Fan looked up and laughed.

"Impudent..." A tall and thin monk beside him shouted loudly, with Vajra’s intent suppressing down like a storm sweeping toward Li Fan.

Li Fan’s sword aura shot skyward, transforming into a sharp sword to collide with the Vajra’s intent, but even so, a violent force still suppressed upon him, causing him to step back a few steps.

Li Fan looked down, then turned to Ye Xiaochen, asking, "Your Highness, what do you think? Does the court’s promise still hold?"

"Your disrespect toward the Buddhist Sect earned you a warning, what does that have to do with the court’s promise?" The tall and thin monk coldly rebuked, "If I really made a move, I fear you would’ve been transcended."

"A fine Buddhist Sect indeed." Li Fan looked up at him, "You accuse me of starting demon chaos, yet do not allow me to refute. Refuting your Buddhist Sect’s words is considered disrespect? Is this your Buddhist Sect’s way? Master’s Buddhist Law is truly profound."

"As for transcending me, why don’t you give it a try?" Li Fan’s gaze fixed on him, his eyes like a sharp sword, making the atmosphere tense suddenly.

The vast and deep Qiyun Mountain Range stretched far beyond the eye could see, everyone knew those present today were far more than just those on the surface. There had been rumors that nearly all of the top ten Sword Cultivators were here, even including the world’s number one sword, Xuanyuan Sword.

If they really used greater force to kill Li Fan, even the high monks of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple might not walk out of the Capital.

"Junior Brother, do not be angry." The big-eared monk said to the tall and thin monk beside him, then turned to Li Fan and continued, "Master Li is right, but the death of one versus the fall of a city, which is more severe?"

"Is that what Buddhist Law teaches?" Li Fan asked the monk, "If so, if the death of Master alone can save many lives, is Master willing to die?"

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands, "As the ancient Buddha fed the hawk with flesh, if it’s to save thousands, I fear not, for if I don’t enter hell, who will?"

"Would all the high monks beside the Master do the same?" Li Fan asked further.

"Naturally." The big-eared monk replied.

"Great good." Li Fan said, "If so, why doesn’t the Master end it yourself now, and I won’t stir trouble anymore, will end myself here to avoid a catastrophe, how about it?"

The monk paused for a moment, then laughed, "Master Li jests, even if you don’t end yourself, you cannot stir much trouble."

"Is that so? If I were killed, Li Mountain would surely retaliate. How many people would die then? The conflicts between Li Mountain and the court and other forces would weaken the power of the Great Li Cultivation World, allowing demons to rise and wreak havoc." Li Fan said, "Master, with such benevolence, don’t you wish to save them?"

"Master Li, you have a way with words. I admire you," the monk replied. "Today’s discussion is precisely for the purpose of saving all living beings."

"How do you plan to save all living beings?" Li Fan retorted.

"Please, Master Li, sacrifice yourself." The monk replied.

Li Fan was taken aback and then laughed. So, he was that important?

Wisps of sword aura swirled around as a breeze swept through the earth and sky. His arm raised slightly, his sword slanted by his side. He said softly, "Come!"

They wanted him to sacrifice himself?

Then it all depended on whether these two top forces of the Da Li could afford the price.

"Come!"

At this moment, without any formation, Li Fan’s word spread throughout the boundless space above the Qiyun Mountain Range. Although the voice was not loud, it resonated within the mountains along with the sword’s hum.

One person, facing the greatest forces in the world.

"What spirit." Xiao Lv of the White Jade Academy couldn’t help but praise. He was reputed to be the top disciple of White Jade, but what Li Fan was doing at this moment, even he might not be able to accomplish.

Even though Li Mountain had declined, the Sword Dao of Li Mountain was still resplendent.

On the streets, countless cultivators watched the lone figure with a sword. Regardless of whether they supported Jiang Taie before, at this moment, they couldn’t help but praise in their hearts: The elegance of Li Mountain Sword Dao, unparalleled in the world.

"Master, with your previous two strikes, you burned your own blood as the cost. Up to now, you have already harmed your primordial energy. Continuing the battle would most certainly lead to death."

The big-eared monk seemed to have a heart of compassion, saying to Li Fan, "Why not turn back? The court, considering your talent, might forgive you. Such talent should be used for the righteous path."

Li Fan looked at the monk, growing more disdainful. It turned out that the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple was just as hypocritical. This statement seemed to say that he represented the demon path, while those opposing him stood for righteousness.

Taiping Temple and Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, did they share the same stance as the court?

What really happened back then?

Li Fan sensed that there must be a deep secret behind it all.

"Old bald donkey, you’re a bit verbose," Li Fan said, looking at him.

The big-eared monk was momentarily stunned. Then he squinted his eyes into slits, staring at Li Fan.

Old bald donkey?

It was the first time he had ever heard anyone dare to call him that.

The cultivators in the dojo were also astonished that a high monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple was called an old bald donkey by Li Fan.

"Clang..." Several monk figures stepped forward simultaneously, their radiant Buddhist light enveloping the vast space with Li Fan included.

"Our Buddha is merciful, advising with kind words, yet we receive verbal humiliation. In that case, we have no choice but to send Master Li to rebirth," said a monk with a dignified appearance, seemingly surrounded by golden relics.

"Why hold on so stubbornly, Taoist Friend Li?" Li Changtian of Taiping Temple also ’advised kindly,’ stepping forward with other Daoists, unleashing roaring mana into the space.

"You are despicable,"

A figure suddenly appeared behind Li Fan. Surprisingly, it was Qi, arriving by sword control. She scanned the monks and Daoists, her eyes filled with intense killing intent.

This scene reminded her of her childhood experience with the Chen family. It was the same—a group of hypocrites, who killed her father back then, and now they wanted to kill Brother Xiao Fan.

"Qi, stand back," Li Fan turned and softly said to her.

"Brother Xiao Fan..." Qi looked at him.

Li Fan smiled gently, saying, "After Brother Xiao Fan can no longer draw his sword, you can protect me."

Qi was stunned, then slowly nodded, but didn’t step back far, still controlling her sword in mid-air.

Li Fan’s sword lightly hummed in his hand. He looked around at the Daoists of Taiping Temple and the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, saying, "Why not all of you come at once?"

Above the Qiyun Mountain Range, the wind carried Li Fan’s voice.