Especially when his self-detonation technique was interrupted, it would require at least a fourth level Martial Arts Ancestor Realm expert to do so.
Could it be …
Zhang Zihe seemed to have thought of something. At that instant, he was terrified to the extreme, and he sucked in a breath of cold air.
"You're actually a fourth level Martial Arts Grandmaster, oh my god …"
He was almost scared to death and his mind was completely blank.
Facing such a terrifying expert, without his permission, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.
"Can you die in peace?"
Xiao Yang's finger instantly erupted with a terrifying power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. In an instant, it engulfed Zhang Zihe. Zhang Zihe's body was torn apart by the terrifying power and he instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
"Death is not to be regretted."
Xiao Yang withdrew his hand and watched the cloud of blood dissipate with the wind. He then turned around and left.
As he strolled back, he passed by a large mountain. With his keen Divine Sense, he quickly detected an unusual movement.
"Hmm, someone's there? A fifth level Martial Arts Grandmaster? "
He immediately stopped in his tracks and was on full alert. He even used his body movement technique to the extreme and quickly left his original spot. Then, he hid in a slightly safer place.
His divine sense spread out. One hundred feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet, one thousand feet …
Very quickly, he gathered the information he needed.
In his divine sense, he saw two people. One was an elder dressed in a black robe and his entire body was shrouded in black fog. The elder's entire body emitted an evil and demonic aura.
"It's someone from the Evil Cultivator Alliance. He's actually a fifth level evil cultivator."
Xiao Yang recognized him at a glance. He was Yao Ruo Mo from the Evil Cultivator Alliance. This was a fifth level evil cultivator. A fourth level evil cultivator was Gui Ruo Mo. Their names were based on their levels. Of course, there were exceptions.
In front of Yao Ruo Mo was a bald monk. The bald monk also gave off the aura of a Level Five Martial Ancestor Realm. However, he appeared to be very weak and messy. With one look, one could tell that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
"Bald donkey, aren't you going to hand over your sarira? Who else can you expect to save you? If you want me to do it, hehe … "
Yao Ruo Mo let out an unpleasant and sinister laugh. His bloodthirsty eyes revealed a hint of cruelty.
If he was allowed to make a move, his ending would definitely be a hundred times more miserable, making him wish he was dead. None of the members of the Evil Cultivator Alliance were kind people. On the contrary, they had committed heinous crimes and deserved to be punished. How could they possibly be easy to deal with?
"Yao Ruo Mo, cut the crap. I will never surrender. Evil cultivators like you deserve to be killed by everyone. Blame me for being too careless and falling into your trap. However, even though I'm injured, you want to take my life? That's simply a joke. I don't have any other skills, but I'm quite good at putting my life on the line. Do you want to try?"
The bald monk said casually, his eyes filled with arrogance.
If the sarira on his body could be taken so easily, Yao Ruo Mo would have done it himself a long time ago.
The bald monk was very clear about this point.
Hmph.
Yao Ruomo snorted coldly. His expression turned gloomy and ugly.
"Bald monk, since you're courting death, I'll fulfill your wish."
Yao Ruo Mo roared and unleashed his fifth level Martial Ancestor Realm cultivation. He used the black mist in his body to condense a gigantic palm and slammed it towards the bald monk.
The palm was a hundred feet in size and the evil power it contained was even more monstrous.
Since he was still afraid, he might as well kill the bald monk first. When the time came, he would see how a dead man could jump around. The sarira would still be his.
Yao Ruo Mo frowned and thought to himself.
Both of them were fifth level Martial Ancestor Realm cultivators. As long as they were not completely dead, they would definitely still have a trump card.
Yao Ruo Mo did not want to take the risk. If the bald monk were to kill him together with him, he would suffer a great loss.
"My Buddha's sarira illuminates the world."
The bald monk forcefully suppressed his injuries. When he sensed Yao Ruo Mo's powerful attack, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and clasped his hands together. He muttered to himself and was reciting the Magnificent Dharma Sutra.
His body immediately released a layer of Buddha's Light. The Buddha's Light was pure and clean like a protective light barrier, enveloping a radius of ten feet.
When the black palm that was pressing down from above came into contact with the Buddha's Light, it could not continue to press down. Instead, it was in a deadlock. The black palm was gradually being purified by the Buddha's Light. The black mist slowly dissipated and its power gradually weakened.
At the same time, the bald monk's Buddha's Light was also gradually weakening.
They were originally one righteous and the other demonic. When two completely opposite substances fought against each other, it would depend on whose attainments were higher.
"Suppress him!"
Yao Ruo Mo roared. His face was filled with unwillingness. His eyes were filled with mockery as he slammed his palm towards the bald monk again.
"Bald monk, I'd like to see how long you can last. Hmph."
He roared angrily.
He knew that the bald monk was a member of the Poison Sect and was the emissary heading to Martial Yang City. Therefore, he had deliberately set up a trap along the way. Only then did he manage to heavily injure the bald monk. However, he did not expect the bald monk to be so difficult to deal with. Even at this stage, he was still able to resist.
However, it was all worth it. Even though he had spent a week, judging from the current situation, the bald monk would not be able to last much longer. Yao Ruo Mo harrumphed as he thought to himself.
"Pfft."
The bald monk took the second blow. Even though he had the Buddha's Light to protect him, his injuries still worsened. He let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood. His hands, which were clasped together, were trembling at that moment. He was almost powerless to clasp his palms together.
However, after taking this wave of attacks, the bald monk continued to force himself to hold on. He clasped his palms together and recited the sutra. The Buddha's Light, which was already on the verge of collapse, was strengthened once again.
If he had not fallen into the opponent's trap from the beginning, the bald monk would definitely still have the strength to fight.
However, if he had to blame someone, he could only blame the opponent for being too sinister. He had been too careless.
"Amitabha."
The bald monk chanted the name of Buddha. His face was filled with despair.
He was the clearest about his injuries. If no one came to help him, he would probably have to give up his life here.
"Haha …"
Yao Ruo Mo was extremely excited.
Of course, he could sense the bald monk's emotions. He could not help but laugh heartily.
"Bald monk, let's see if you can survive this time. Let's see if your Buddha can save you. Die for me."
After Yao Ruo Mo sneered, he used a martial skill and released a circular black beam of light. When the beam of light hit the bald monk, a muffled bang was heard. The Buddha's Light on the bald monk's body instantly collapsed.
Wah.
The bald monk's injuries were getting more and more serious. This time, he could not even maintain the Buddha's Light. His face was as pale as snow and the kasaya on his body was stained with blood. He looked extremely miserable.
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