I have Immortality In The Cultivation World-Chapter 610 - 448: Battle Against Numerous Heroes

Chapter 610: Chapter 448: Battle Against Numerous Heroes

“Namo Amitabha!”

Vajra Immortal chanted the Buddha’s name and strode forward to attack.

The flagstones on the street cracked and shattered, leaving a trail of clear footprints, as the eaves on both sides of the street rattled and tiles fell.

And with each step he took, Vajra Immortal’s body swelled a bit more.

His wiry muscles expanded as if being inflated, instantly transforming from a skinny bamboo stick into a giant two zhang tall, his muscles and bones shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

“Long have I heard of the Governor’s fame on the force of the Vajra Indestructibility Divine Skill; this humble monk seeks instruction!”

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“Stop him.”

The Eastern Depot eunuch spoke and flicked his fingers, sending out a cloud of hidden weapons that clinked and clanged against Vajra Immortal’s body, failing even to break the skin.

Dozens of cavalry leaped into the air, surrounded Vajra Immortal, and flung out more than a dozen iron chains to bind his legs and waist.

Others swung swords at his legs, raised swords to stab at his waist, or pierced with long spears towards his eyes, their coordination exquisite.

Any common expert facing this onslaught would have to rely on Qinggong to flee for their life, yet Vajra Immortal neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the iron chains, swords, and spears to approach him.

Taking a deep breath, his belly swelled like a drum as he bellowed out a mantra from the Buddhist scriptures.

“Om!”

The sound reverberated in all directions, sending the dozens of cavalry flying back, every one of them landing with blood flowing from their seven orifices, unconscious.

At that moment.

A shadowy figure appeared behind Vajra Immortal, only becoming clear after stabilizing; it was an old eunuch with crane-like hair and wrinkled skin, his hands black and blue with True Qi marked on the spot over the heart.

Heartbreaking Palm!

This skill could strike a cow from across a great distance, and its palm force could penetrate the five viscera and six bowels, being especially effective against external hardening Cultivation Techniques.

Vajra Immortal’s head made a grating noise as it twisted almost completely around, scaring the old eunuch out of his wits. His arms went limp as if boneless, and his hands flipped over to seize the eunuch’s shoulders.

Rip!

Blood and flesh flew about, and the old eunuch’s body was torn in two.

Vajra Immortal licked the blood from his lips, his eyes filled with a ferocious light, leaving no trace of the compassion of a monk.

“Eastern Depot, that’s all you’ve got!”

In the midst of speaking, he leaped up, two bowl-sized fists thundering towards Zhou Yi, yelling, “Eunuch, your life is mine, this monk…”

But before he could finish speaking, the gaunt and tall figure of the Eastern Depot Governor suddenly transformed into an eighteen-zhang giant, his arms as thick as a normal person’s waist, and his giant palms smacked down through the air.

Boom!

Vajra Immortal was sent flying back even faster, crashing through several buildings and shops.

“I haven’t made a move in years, and now every Tom, Dick, and Harry thinks they can run wild!”

Zhou Yi lightly stamped his foot, and the restaurant collapsed with a roar. Standing on the ground, he was as tall as a two or three-story building, his presence oppressive like a mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.

Huo Cong’s gaze turned sharp as he hung his wine gourd at his waist and slowly drew out his giant blade.

“After the Governor displayed the pinnacle of Vajra Indestructibility Divine Skill, even the founding patriarch of the Buddhist sect who created the skill would have to show respect.”

“Wolf God above!”

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True Spirit Grandmaster chanted an odd-sounding incantation, the tattoos on his body shining with a ghostly light that turned into fierce beastly phantoms circling above and below him.

His disciple Ben Xin’s True Qi circulated, black wolf hairs grew on his body, and his hands turned into wolf claws.

The trio from the Mount Hua’s sect to the south exchanged glances, a trace of fear apparent, yet with the prospect of eternal life before them, they could not bring themselves to retreat.

“Namo Amitabha.”

The chant of Buddha’s name rose once again as Vajra Immortal emerged from the ruins, his Monk’s Robe tattered and torn, but his sinew and muscles displayed not a single scratch.

“He withstood it.”

Qing Yang’s face lit up with joy as he exclaimed, “The master is truly worthy, having cultivated Innate Physical Body Vajra Invulnerability horizontally; in this fight, you will surely slay the eunuch and rid the people of this scourge!”

Vajra Immortal, ranked high in the Buddhist hierarchy, was once a legend in the Western Regions when Qing Yang was still but a minor leader of the Mount Hua sect.

The first difficulty in today’s assault on the Governor was whether one could confront him head-on, for if one did not even dare to strike, talk of slaying would be moot.

“We must not delay, take action!”

Huo Cong executed a simple ‘Chop of Mount Hua,’ a dazzling blade light erupting towards Zhou Yi’s neck.

True Spirit’s move came later but arrived first, as he somehow obtained a Bronze Bell and shook it with a tinkle, and more than a dozen fierce beast phantoms roared skyward, the next instant appearing in front of Zhou Yi.

The phantoms dispersed into a black fog, blinding eyes, clogging ears, and with seemingly tangible claws, they scratched incessantly at the Protective True Essence.

“Such an odd Cultivation Technique; it’s less like martial arts and more like a Spell.”

Zhou Yi couldn’t tell what the phantom in front of him was, but he knew the universal way to break all strange techniques in the world was raw power.

“Roar!”

A surging and billowing True Qi burst forth from his mouth like a raging river, easily dispersing the black fog.

His sight and hearing instantly cleared, and the resplendent blade light was already upon him.

Also striking simultaneously was the Triple Yang Sect, with Qing Yang’s palms flashing a greenish glow, unleashing dozens of palms in rapid succession, bombarding towards Zhou Yi’s back.

The Holy Maiden pointed at her own forehead, slicing it open and letting the blood flow before swiftly smearing it into a strange vertical eye.

Although the bloodshot eye seemed to be looking at the back of Zhou Yi’s head, it abruptly hovered in front of him, attracting his attention like a magnet and making it difficult for Zhou Yi to concentrate on his enemies.

Eunuch Hai moved like a specter, his fingers as strong as steel, aiming straight for the lower body of Supervisor Zhou.

After all, having spent decades in the palace, he knew everything there was to know about the defenses of the eunuchs and, with immortality at stake, he cared little for his own dignity.

“Hmph!”

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, clearly aware that injuring the ten fingers is not as effective as severing the breath with one finger. Relying on his Protective True Essence, he withstood the attacks and leapt towards Eunuch Hai.

“Supervisor Zhou’s opponent is this poor monk.”

Vajra Immortal stepped forward to block Zhou Yi, bringing his hands together in prayer before him, only to feel a mountain-moving force sweeping over and sending him flying once again.

Meanwhile, the blade light dissipated after piercing through six layers of True Essence.

Qing Yang’s Innate True Qi broke through two layers, and Ben Xin, transformed into a Wolf Demon, broke another layer.

Seeing the nine layers of True Essence being penetrated, Eunuch Hai’s eyes shone with ferocity as he aimed for the vital points, but he still struck the Protective Gang Qi.

“How can there be ten layers in the nine-layer True Essence?”

Eunuch Hai was momentarily stunned, and then saw a giant leg, like a column support, kicking towards him. Immediately stepping with his left foot onto his right, he shifted several meters to the side, rolling on the ground several times and narrowly avoiding the attack.

A silent arrow shot through the air, its meteorite iron tip piercing through Zhou Yi’s shoulder.

A few drops of blood spilled, and True Spirit, who had not yet personally taken any action, grew leopard-spotted patterns on his legs and moved as fast as lightning, snatching the blood droplets into his hands.

Blood of immortality!

A flicker of excitement crossed True Spirit’s eyes, and he almost couldn’t resist swallowing it on the spot.

Zhou Yi’s eyebrows were inverted.

“Seeking death!”

Zhou Yi’s eyebrows slanted upwards, clapping his hands together and reaching for the True Spirit in the air.

True Spirit suppressed his surprise, a hawk tattoo gleaming on his body while semi-substantial wings emerged from his back, propelling him over ten meters away with a single flap.

Just as Zhou Yi was about to pursue, the Vajra Immortal blocked him once again, with a surge of fury bellowing loudly.

“I really want to see how long you, this monk, can last!”

With that, he disregarded the other Martial Arts Grandmasters and launched a ferocious assault with fists and feet against the Vajra Immortal, as if consumed by blind rage.

Vajra Immortal lived up to the name of a hardened Grandmaster. No matter how he was pounded by the tremendous force, he always managed to stand back up.

“Excellent opportunity!”

The other Martial Arts Grandmasters’ eyes lit up with delight—Supervisor Zhou’s move was exactly what they planned, and they all launched their ultimate techniques to sneak attack from behind.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Huo Cong finished the strong liquor in his gourd, the blade edge erupting with a brilliant light, stretching almost a meter long, and then Huo Cong’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Man and sword became one, slashing towards Supervisor Zhou’s back.

True Spirit no longer used his special skills, but instead swallowed all illusions into his belly, his body swelling with each breath consumed, and various beastly features growing on his body.

Rhino horns and eagle eyes, elephant tusks and tiger claws—the entire person seemed like a patchwork of vicious beasts.

Roar!

A piercing screech, as he pounced on all fours towards Zhou Yi.

“Good, I’ve been waiting for this!”

Zhou Yi sensed the sharp presence behind him, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the True Qi within his body, vast and oceanic, circulated. Four sizable bulges emerged on his shoulder blades and flanks.

The abundant True Qi channeled through the bulges, solidifying into four arms a meter long each.

The translucent arms looked like crystal, vivid and lifelike, even the lines on the palms were clearly visible.

“Die!”

Zhou Yi pinned the Vajra Immortal with his two arms, while the other four palms clapped together, grabbing Huo Cong and True Spirit and using pure, brutal force to tear them apart.

Splat!

Huo Cong fell from the blade light, his right arm gruesomely torn off at the shoulder by Zhou Yi, leaving nothing but bloody flesh.

True Spirit, lacking the protection of a weapon, fared even worse than Huo Cong, with his left leg and a large portion of his waist torn open, his intestines and viscera spilling out.

Both men channeled their Innate True Qi to protect their wounds and pulled out healing pills from their chests, swallowing them in handfuls.

Zhou Yi also suffered—after withstanding the blade and beast claws his Protective Gang Qi shattered, and with people like Qing Yang and the Hunter King taking the chance to attack, he received several more injuries.

The external wounds appeared light, but traces of Innate Qi—cold, hot, and heavy—roamed and wreaked havoc within his meridians, forcing him to divide his focus to suppress it.

Zhou Yi waved his hands, forcing the Vajra Immortal back, pulled the sunset arrow from his back, and with six arms outstretched, he looked like a Demon God.

“With all this commotion stirring up, and the Capital Garrison still has not arrived, it seems in this world you really can’t rely on anyone!”

“It’s time for me to leave…”