I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 979 - 978 Xiao Dingtian, Traction Venerable

Chapter 979: Chapter 978 Xiao Dingtian, Traction Venerable

True Man of Yellow Dragon also halted his steps, his gaze calmly looking forward straight ahead, with a golden Divine Dragon subtly flowing within his body.

It seemed as if this Divine Dragon, flowing in his bloodstream, was visible and about to burst out of his veins.

“North Sea has one pine, enduring thousands of years of worldly life,” Songyue Mountain Man bellowed, raising the giant axe in his hands.

That giant axe erupted with an unprecedented might, tearing through the void, and chopped towards True Man of Yellow Dragon.

A dragon’s roar echoed, only to see True Man of Yellow Dragon’s figure blur, as if truly transforming into a Divine Dragon, hovering in the void.

One excelled in strength, the other excelled in speed.

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For a moment, neither could best the other.

After about five or six minutes of battle, suddenly Songyue Mountain Man’s momentum changed; he dropped his giant axe, brought his palms together, and stood in a very strange posture.

Seeing that his opponent had dropped the giant axe, True Man of Yellow Dragon wore a skeptical look, but still struck out with a palm.

A “boom” resounded; to True Man of Yellow Dragon’s shock, he found his power completely unable to shake the other.

And by the time he thought of retreating, it was already too late.

Countless streams of Spiritual Energy transformed into branches, besieging him from all directions.

“Do you know why I am called Songyue Mountain Man?” Songyue Mountain Man laughed loudly.

“Yue stands for Yue Shan, and Pine, because I am the pine tree on Yue Shan that has transformed by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.”

Seeing Spiritual Energy branches binding True Man of Yellow Dragon like they were tying him up with ropes, Songyue Mountain Man finally took a breath of relief.

The opponent’s speed was indeed very fast.

He directly kicked True Man of Yellow Dragon off the stage, though he did not injure him.

“This round, Songyue Mountain Man wins, and may choose to fight again or rest.”

“I’ll take a break,” Songyue Mountain Man said with a smile.

Then, another contestant began to take the stage, giving a sense of ‘your turn, my turn,’ each dominating for centuries.

But everyone knew, these were just the appetizers to warm up; the real feast was yet to come.

The entire morning, the duels on the stage proceeded in this manner.

Even Xu Zimei marveled, these people really had the patience.

Finally, another duel ended.

As a figure stood up, the originally noisy scene gradually began to quiet down.

“The path of cultivation is like rowing upstream; if you don’t advance, you will retreat. Why not let this monk push the boat forward?”

A bald monk, one step at a time, steadily walked towards the stage.

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He wore a necklace of large Buddha Beads around his neck, each bead adorned with different skull patterns.

His robe was somewhat old, but very clean.

“It’s Traction Venerable,” someone said.

The Traction Venerable is the abbot of Putuo Temple.

As one of the twelve Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, the history of Putuo Temple is not ancient.

Everyone knows that in Yuan Central Continent, following the era of the Immortal Mortal Emperor, came the Kunlun Emperor.

But before the Kunlun Emperor undertook the Destiny, he was known to the world as the Kunlun Monk.

The Traction Venerable was his guide, who led him into Putuo Temple.

This Traction Venerable is truly an ancient mystic being, his age unknown.

In his words, “All beings suffer, the sea of Buddhism is endless, and someone must lead.”

And he, the Traction Venerable, is the guiding light leading beings out of the sea of suffering.

“It seems the master is also troubled,” Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.

“This old monk isn’t content with reciting scriptures in his own Putuo Temple and had to join the fun,” Lin Ruhu scoffed coldly.

“Perhaps he grew tired of the scriptures,” Xu Zimei laughed.

Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, a nearby young man joined in saying, “Brother, your words are amiss. Traction Venerable is a truly enlightened monk.

He comes to rescue all beings from the sea of suffering.”

“Do you have any sea of suffering needing rescue?” Xu Zimei asked the young man.

“Yes, there are many,” the young man said with a laugh.

“My aptitude is not good, my cultivation is low, and I do not have a heaven-defying background, which makes many places seem like a bitter sea to me.”

Xu Zimei smiled and did not respond further to the question.

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When the Traction Venerable stepped onto the stage, many people who had intended to go up started hesitating.

These people understood each other well, and taking a stand would not be a problem, but the Traction Venerable was not someone they could contend with, yet they were still somewhat unwilling to give up.

“I’ll go,” a loud laugh rang out at this moment.

A man walked forward.

“They all fear your reputation, but I am not afraid,” the man snorted.

“We won’t know who is stronger until we fight.”

The Traction Venerable looked at the man with a slight smile.

Then he said, “Benefactor should calm his mind.”

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force appeared around the man, directly pushing him off the platform.

Despite the man’s desperate resistance, it was to no avail.

Seeing this, everyone’s heart trembled.

Pushing him off the stage without injuring him, this is the demeanor of a master.

“They should calm their minds, yes, all these people should calm their minds.

One should only do what matches their strength,” many thought silently in their hearts.

The Venerable’s words were not only for the man but for everyone else as well.

The entire scene suddenly quieted down.

“Yawn,” a figure lazily stood up from a chair.

He seemed to have just woken up, smiling and saying, “Traction old man, let’s have some fun.”

Seeing this figure, everyone grew solemn.

“Minor Brightness Holy Land,” someone murmured.

The position this person occupied was exactly that of the Minor Brightness Holy Land.

But looking at his appearance, they did not recognize him.

Several old ancestors of the Holy Land, including the Sect Master, had heard of him.

But this man, dressed in a golden robe, with somewhat messy hair trailing behind him, looked particularly unrestrained.

He had a square face, looked about forty years old, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a stubble beard.

These stubble beards made him appear more mature and steady.

Seeing the man walk up, there was a buzz of discussion around, even the Traction Venerable was somewhat astonished.

“I am unaware of the distinguished identity from the Holy Land, may I ask who you are?” the Traction Venerable humbly inquired.

“Identity and name are not important. I walk in the world only to achieve ideals,” the man said, smiling.

Xu Zimei, sitting in the spectator seats, gazed at him for a long time.

Then, he uttered three words, “Xiao Dingtian.”

An old acquaintance from his past life, considered a close friend from his previous life.

Only in this life, he had met him before the obliteration of Extinct Heaven Sect in Central Continent.

And had learned of his true identity.

A friend from a past life, because he had been defeated and disheartened by Chu Yang.

That was why they could become friends then.

But in this lifetime, they were absolute enemies, just because his identity was different.

This might have been the other party’s ideal, as well as his principle.

The Traction Venerable nodded slightly, seemingly acknowledging the man’s words.