Sword Aura to the Heavens

Chapter 477: Chapter 472: Utter Extermination

Today, at the discourse, the prodigies of the major families dared not move, the Buddhist Sect’s reincarnated Buddha Son and the Taoist Daoist who comprehended the Heavenly Book were all heavily injured, and over half of the top Sixth Realm Buddhist Cultivators were dead or wounded.

All of this was almost solely the work of one person.

Now, how could the various factions let Li Fan leave alive, especially the Buddhist Sect, who suffered the most severely.

Even more alarming, Li Fan’s talent had already surpassed the gallant figures of the previous generation on Li Mountain, including his master Zuo Canglan and that Vast Sword. If he were allowed to continue growing, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the forces participating today.

Therefore, at this moment, cultivators from all factions watched the severely injured figure in the sky, their eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Eliminate."

Above Li Fan, a Buddhist Practitioner spat out killing intent, glaring at Li Fan, as a golden Treasure Tower appeared above his head, ready to crush him.

The Treasure Tower had nine layers, spinning rapidly in the sky, emanating a murderous aura, intending to obliterate all life below.

Qi raised his hand and slashed out a sword, but the Sword Aura dissipated within the rapidly spinning tower. Seeing the gigantic Treasure Tower about to suppress him, Qi charged forth, the Ink and Water Sword Intent coursing through the heavens and earth, furiously attacking the Buddhist treasure descending to slaughter.

"Buddhist Magical Artifact."

Many in the dojo looked up at the sky, where the treasure tower’s pressure was terrifying, growing larger, like a Buddhist killing artifact, a malevolent weapon.

In the earlier battle, both sides still adhered to tacit rules, either not using or failing to use such weapons in time. But by now, the Buddhist Sect seemed bloodthirsty, directly summoning the Buddhist Magical Artifacts solely to annihilate Li Fan.

Qi seemed to sense the terrifying murderous aura of the magic artifact, her body also emanating dazzling mana fluctuations, the Ink and Water Sword Intent being drawn into the artifact. She soared into the sky, drawing a brilliant Sword Formation Map, supporting the magic artifact in mid-air.

In the instant that Qi was restrained, a brilliant golden light streaked across the sky, and an inverted Buddha appeared above Li Fan’s head, its entire body radiating brilliant golden streams of light, the enormous Destruction Big Palm Seal descending to kill, the crowd could see countless massive handprints pressing down, as if about to crush the sky.

This time, would it finally kill him?

Li Fan’s frail body seemed unable to withstand this strike, he looked up, the exterminating Buddhist Practitioner glaring with eyes wide open like an Angry-eyed Vajra, he saw the exhaustion in Li Fan’s eyes, saw his weakness.

But the next moment, he saw those golden handprints shattering, torn apart by a terrifying Sword Intent, and though his body was still falling, he felt something penetrate his Golden Body.

A part of his flesh seemed to separate and disappear, then a second part, a third... a rain of blood appeared in the sky, the Buddhist Practitioner’s eyes filled with terror, but before he could react, the bloody rain descended, his golden body shattered into countless fragments, dissolving into dust and disappearing in the wind.

Strong astral winds battered Li Fan’s body, causing him to cough again, blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth, but within his golden pupils lay boundless profundity, like an endlessly vast galaxy, containing endless Sword Intent, while the figure above his head had vanished, as if it had never appeared.

"Still, failed."

Many gazes in the dojo fixed on the place where the vanished Buddhist Practitioner had been, a terrifying Sword Intent permeating the air. Observing the frail white-robed figure, it seemed as though he was as a duckweed in the wind, vulnerable and defenseless, yet gave off the illusion that no matter what, they could not kill him.

Even those who wanted to kill him ultimately died at his hands, even though he appeared entirely without fighting strength.

The Buddhist practitioners, famed for their Golden Body Immortal or Undying Body, were slain one after another.

The one who ultimately remained unscathed was that Sword Cultivator from Li Mountain.

Unkillable!

Li Fan looked up, his gaze fixed on the cultivator wielding the Buddhist Magical Artifact, a sliver of sword light slashed through the void, as the Buddhist practitioner seemed to sense it and summoned a Buddhist Dharma Image, transforming into an Eight-armed Buddha, descending to attack.

"Bang bang bang..." That sliver of sword light sliced through like bamboo, penetrating those arms, then pierced through the Buddha’s head, a resounding explosion, the Buddha head shattered into pieces.

Then the gigantic Buddha body collapsed, as if penetrated by an infinite Sword Intent, the enormous Dharma Body turned into dust.

The Buddhist Magical Artifact Treasure Tower also lost its power, hurled away by Qi.

"His Sword Dao..."

It seemed that Li Fan’s Sword Dao had undergone another breakthrough, becoming even more terrifying.

Another two Buddhist practitioners from the Buddhist Sect had fallen.

Li Fan, appearing near death, continued his slaughter...

Qi returned to his side, taking Li Fan away with him. Li Fan glanced at the Buddhist practitioners, his eyes reflecting indifference.

"Kill!"

A voice echoed simultaneously in the minds of the Buddhist cultivators, sending chills down their spines, yet they continued to step forward, arranging themselves on both sides above Li Fan’s head, summoning their Buddhist Dharma Forms.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple seemed to have no retreat.

A scene appeared above the Qiyun Mountain Range, where Li Fan and Qi walked between the All Heavens Buddha, appearing particularly small and frail. The towering Buddhist Dharma Forms on either side emitted Buddha light, illuminating the whole Qiyun Mountain Range with a sense of divinity.

Li Fan walked among the Buddhas, while Qi still wanted to protect him, her sword intent teeming with a slaughtering aura.

Li Fan glanced at Qi and smiled at her, saying, "Qi, what is the difference between these Buddhas and those demons back then?"

Qi shook her head. Though they were sacred gods and Buddhas, in her eyes, they were no different from those ugly demons and hypocritical humans.

They all deserve to die.

"Then I’ll kill them," Li Fan whispered to Qi.

"Alright." Qi nodded, her trust in Li Fan unwavering. Since Brother Xiao Fan said he would kill them, then he could kill them.

The statues of the All Heavens Buddha, their Buddha light illuminating everywhere, in an instant swallowed the tiny figures of Li Fan and Qi, like a lone boat on the sea, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

"Great Wheel Heavenly Finger." A Dharma Buddha extended its finger, the golden giant finger seemed to ignore space, instantly striking down, golden destructive halos sweeping out, seemingly about to crash down on Li Fan and Qi.

Li Fan looked up, his eyes calm and without a ripple as he pointed skyward at the oppressive golden giant finger that seemed as imposing as heavenly might.

A torrent of sword aura seemed to emerge in the world, and with a single finger, ancient sword intent surged forth, aiming to pierce the Nine Heavens and annihilate all dharma.

"Kill!"

Li Fan uttered a single word, and with a booming sound, the giant arm of the Buddhist Dharma Form was pierced and shattered, followed by a soft "pfft" as the head of a Buddhist cultivator exploded.

"Clang..."

Almost simultaneously, Li Fan’s primordial spirit was attacked, as a Buddha appeared in his sea of consciousness.

Li Fan grunted, seated cross-legged in the infinite starry sky, as a frail figure in white. When the Buddha shadow appeared, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from the white-clad body, the Nine Heavens Divine Sword descending and piercing through the Buddha’s body.

In the air, a Buddhist cultivator turned pale, as endless sword intent flooded his mind. It was as if he saw an ancient sword god, who summoned a sword to slay his primordial spirit.

With a thunderous boom, the Buddhist Dharma Form collapsed, and the Buddhist cultivator, with hands still clasped, had his aura rapidly dissipate.

"Boom..." Suddenly, Li Fan’s body ignited with golden Buddha flames, scorching his body and piercing his primordial spirit.

Li Fan looked in a direction and saw a Buddhist cultivator with closed eyes, also igniting with the same Buddha flame, like divine fire.

A flash of dark slaughtering sword light appeared, and the dark ghostly glow chased like a grim reaper. The blistering golden Buddha flame could not stop the Sword of Slaughter from hell, as the Buddhist cultivator was pierced through the head with a sword.

In the blink of an eye, several Buddhist cultivators had fallen, and the Buddhist Dharma Forms collapsed and shattered.

Yet, the tottering lone boat still had not capsized.

"Destruction Sword Dao, his Destruction Sword Dao is stronger than before, evolving and transforming," said the big-eared monk from the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, staring at Li Fan’s figure. All Buddha exploded with a vast attacking power, but around Li Fan’s body appeared a terrifying Destruction Sword Domain.

A divine sword, filled with rune light, condensed and formed. This sword seemed born for slaughter, and when it appeared, boundless sword intent from heaven and earth rushed toward it, as if ancient sword sounds echoed in the world.

"Retreat." The big-eared monk shouted, the pitch-black sword light already blazing. The big-eared monk clasped his hands, and his body emitted ten thousand feet of Buddha light, yet a streak of light shot toward him.

"Clang..." As he clasped his hands, they transformed into a giant Buddha palm to block the sword, but the Buddha palm shattered with it. The big-eared monk’s face turned ashen, as he looked to the battlefield’s All Heavens Buddha, and the black slaughtering light swept over, shattering each Buddha statue, silencing ten thousand Buddhas.

"Can’t afford to lose?" The big-eared monk raised his eyes, only to see Shi Dao Ren looking at him and say coldly.