Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 462 - 460 The Great Brush of Confucian Sect and the Golden Bowl of Buddhist Sect

The Mountain Seal hovered in midair, spinning wildly and bursting forth with a brilliant golden light, radiating a destructive power that threatened heaven and earth, making it clear that the Confucian Sect Elder was now truly serious.

On the other side, the Buddhist Sect Elder was fully channeling the Kasaya, which rotated rapidly above Ye Feng's head, shooting out beams of white light from the Kasaya to envelop Ye Feng, in an effort to bind him and prevent movement.

In fact, with Ye Feng's current combat power, he could break free from the confines of the Kasaya at any moment if he wished to. He simply chose not to do so. This might seem dangerous to others, but to Ye Feng, it was an opportunity.

Yes, while ordinary people thought he was on the verge of defeat, Ye Feng was not actually battling, but rather cultivating through combat to enhance his strength.

No matter how many white lights the Kasaya emitted to bind him, Ye Feng used the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll to absorb this source of energy.

Boom! The Confucian Sect Mountain Seal came swooping down, determined to completely suppress Ye Feng.

"Sword of the King!" Ye Feng's eyes narrowed as he once again condensed the Sword of the King and slashed horizontally through the air.

The sword momentum swept towards the Mountain Seal like a comet, but this time it was unable to shake the massive and terrifying Mountain Seal, which not only increased in size but also emitted a strange glow from the dense golden characters upon it.

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"Hmph, you think you can break through my Confucian Sect Mountain Seal, young man? That's incredibly ignorant!" The Confucian Sect Elder snorted coldly, and with a Seal Formation of his hands, the Mountain Seal charged forward again.

It must be said that this Confucian Sect Elder was a freakish existence who had lived for over three hundred years. His cultivation level was unfathomable, almost on par with the elders of the Four Great Ancient Clans.

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged. After a cold laugh, he raised his right hand, and at the same time, all five hundred of his acupoints ignited, his aura escalated to a terrifying level at that very moment, and his entire being surged due to his powerful momentum.

"Emperor's Divine Dragon Fist!"

With one punch, an exhilarating dragon roar erupted in the void, and a nearly tangible dragon head fist edge roared forward, blasting the Mountain Seal away instantly.

What was even more shocking was that the Confucian Sect Mountain Seal, flying backward, suddenly exploded with a loud bang, with such a forceful impact that even the Confucian Sect Elder had to retreat more than a hundred meters to avoid the shockwave.

At this moment, not only were the disciples of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts stunned, but the members of the Four Great Ancient Clans also had their eyes widened in disbelief.

Hong Tiandu of the Hong Family of the Ancient Clan couldn't help but exclaim, "How... how is this possible? I have encountered this Ye's Emperor's Divine Dragon Fist before, and it was not nearly as powerful as it is now!"

Standing nearby, Hong Gaishi responded with a cold laugh, "Now you should understand. For a true peerless talent, his cultivation strength will never remain stagnant but will continue to grow all the time. So if you think about surpassing him, hmph..."

Hong Gaishi didn't finish his sentence, but his point was quite clear. Hong Tiandu clenched his teeth in frustration, while Hong Jiutian, who had fled in a sorry state from Forbidden Peak at the hands of Ye Feng, showed an expression of utter despair.

When he fled, Hong Jiutian had thought of doubling his efforts to cultivate and improve his cultivation level, seeking to fight Ye Feng again in the future to reclaim the humiliation he had suffered. But now, he realized that not only was he progressing, but Ye Feng's progress was hundreds of times greater.

Therefore, Hong Jiutian despaired, finally understanding that there was no longer hope for him to seek revenge in this lifetime. Of course, he wasn't the only one feeling desperation at the moment. Hong Tiandu also shared this sentiment, as both of their faces showed unwillingness.

However, Hong Gaishi was agitated; he clenched his fists slightly and said, "Good, very good. This Ye fellow is truly extraordinary. No wonder Old Long from the Northwest Little Mountain Village valued him so highly. Only someone like him is worthy of being my opponent!"

When others saw a powerful adversary, they might feel fear or even despair; but Hong Gaishi was the exact opposite. The stronger his opponent, the greater his desire to battle and his combat power, which showed his extraordinary nature.

Meanwhile, at the Bu Family's side, a tall woman wearing a deep blue long dress murmured with a mysterious glimmer in her eyes, "Ye Feng is truly extraordinary. Good, I now have one more worthy opponent to battle."

Unfortunately, this Bu Family lady's face was always veiled, so her true appearance remained unknown. However, considering her flowing hair, tall figure, and ethereal charm, one glance was enough to know that she was a stunning beauty.

At this moment atop the Great Buddha, the most shocked of all was the Buddhist Sect Elder. He stood frozen in place, and after a long while, he roared, "How can this be, how is this possible? You were clearly bound by my Buddhist Sect Fixed Mantra Kasaya; how could you still mobilize your Spirit Essence and use techniques!"

By now, everyone could see that Ye Feng was not using Qi Force, but Spirit Essence, and both the quantity and quality of it were exceptionally high. In other words, Ye Feng was also a cultivator, and his practice seemed to be remarkably deep.

Ye Feng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and sneer, "A mere worn-out Kasaya thinking it can trap me—are you overestimating yourself or underestimating me?"

The Buddhist Sect Elder actually nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, I underestimated you. I didn't expect your cultivation strength to have reached such depths; under thirty years old, truly unbelievable."

The Confucian Sect Elder hovering in the sky also remarked, "Indeed very strong, forcing us to this point. Since that's the case, there will be no holding back from now on!"

The elderly Confucian Sect master waved his hand grandly, and a pen appeared in his grip. The pen looked simple and old, nothing like a treasure; it even seemed like something that could be tossed on the main road and sold as junk.

However, when the Confucian elder flicked his wrist, the pen burst into a dazzling golden light. He continued to shake his wrist furiously, wildly writing in the air with the pen, as one character after another took shape.

And what was even more incredible was that these characters didn't dissipate; they materialized and hung in midair. More terrifyingly, each character contained fearsome power.

The elders of the Confucian Sect couldn't help but sigh, "The mansion master has finally decided to use that pen. It seems the situation is settled."

The elders of the other Sects were unfamiliar with the origin of this pen and thus they asked, "May we inquire about the background of this pen?"

The Confucian Sect elder smiled proudly, "The origin of this pen is extraordinary, indeed. It's a legacy from the Ancient Era, said to be an Immortal Brush. As for its power, you will witness it soon enough."

At the same time, the Buddhist Sect elder also waved his right hand, and a golden bowl appeared in his palm—a bowl slightly larger than the mouth of an ordinary one, dark golden in color throughout, and likewise very ancient in appearance.

"Since that kasaya couldn't restrain you, let's see if you can escape from my Five Finger Mountain with this golden bowl!" With those words, the Buddhist elder flung his hand, and the golden bowl swiftly flew out, instantly hovering above Ye Feng's head.

It has to be said that these were two old monsters who had lived for centuries. It was already impressive that their cultivation was so powerful, but their profound background was such that treasures seemed endless.

Nevertheless, at this moment, Ye Feng remained unflustered. Fortunately, his cultivation had improved during secluded cultivation the previous day. Both his Spirit Essence and spiritual power had significantly increased, or else it truly would have been questionable whether he could have managed this situation.

The golden bowl spun wildly, its mouth facing downwards, shooting out a beam of golden light that instantly fell upon the top of Ye Feng's head.

That moment presented a shocking scene to Ye Feng. He was completely enveloped and bound by the golden light, unable to move an inch.

But even so, Ye Feng didn't panic at all. Clearly, he had been mentally prepared; the Mental Power Nucleus in his Sea of Consciousness spun wildly to its limit. Spiritual power surged out like a tidal wave, instantly wrapping the golden light shot from the golden bowl.

Simultaneously, the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll opened and began rapidly absorbing the energy of the golden light from the golden bowl.

For all this, the Buddhist elder seemed unaware. Seeing this, Ye Feng felt certain that neither of them had condensed spiritual power. In comparison, Ye Feng had clearly reached a higher metaphysical plane.

Meanwhile, both elders still thought he was trapped and immobile, especially the Buddhist elder, who was going all out with the golden bowl, a cascade of golden light enveloping Ye Feng relentlessly.

"Strike quickly, and finish off this boy for good, lest he becomes a lingering threat in the future!" the Buddhist elder barked through gritted teeth.

In truth, there was no need for his reminder. As the golden bowl cast the golden light onto Ye Feng, the Confucian elder, hundreds of meters away, gave a sweeping gesture, sending those written characters flying directly towards Ye Feng.

Understanding what this meant, Ye Feng didn't hesitate. His gaze suddenly intense, he soared into the sky and hurled a punch.

Boom...

The formidable might of the Divine Dragon Fist roared as it clashed with the characters ahead, causing them to explode on the spot.

In an instant, earth-shattering noises erupted like thunder from the ground, the terrifying aftermath of the explosions spreading out. The sky and earth seemed to change color. Thankfully, the combatants were in midair, preventing the shockwave from reaching the ground below, otherwise the entire Buddhist Sect would have been inevitably destroyed.

The Buddhist elder was once again taken aback and exclaimed through clenched teeth, "Impossible, impossible! My golden bowl had you immobilized; how can you still move?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle coldly, "That's what you think. I told you before, just because you think you've lived for a few hundred years doesn't mean you can look down on everything and be so presumptuous."

The Buddhist elder was struck dumb on the spot, clearly stung by Ye Feng's retort.

At the same time, the Confucian elder, still brandishing the great Confucian pen, was frenetically writing more characters, with each one rushing towards Ye Feng.

Each of these Confucian characters contained terrifying power, and now the elder wrote them without care for his own life, and soon the air was full of dense characters.

And a more dreadful scene unfolded. As the Confucian elder brought his Dharma Seal together, all the dense characters began to merge rapidly, instantly forming a huge character that shone with golden brilliance.

A character for "Slaughter!"