Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2289: 163: Redemption_4

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba appeared lost in thought before eventually speaking,

“Let us go and observe the situation.”

Chen Zhongqi, who had been waiting with growing impatience, was struck with joy at these words. The pair immediately soared side by side toward the water curtain located at the Taoist Field's highest elevation.

As Wang Ba swept his gaze across the area, he noticed a multitude of Unification cultivators encircling dozens of figures possessing profound auras. Every eye was fixed upon the water curtain. Some among them were gritting their teeth in fury while others let out heavy sighs; the dire nature of the circumstances was unmistakable.

Detecting Wang Ba’s arrival, a youth clad in purple robes within the assembly turned his head. He gave Wang Ba a slight nod, though the grin he usually wore had been replaced by a grim mask.

Recognizing that the other man was in a foul temper, Wang Ba quietly maneuvered to the rear of the gathering, casting his own gaze toward the water curtain.

Displayed there was a gaunt monk whose eyes shimmered with Essence. Standing amidst the Outer Realm Void, he clutched a Dharma conch, maintaining a calm demeanor as he chanted and wove hand-seals.

The Buddhist incantations resonated like a physical drill, boring into the very soul!

Facing him, a blue-robed cultivator at the early stage of Crossing Tribulation was struggling with all his might. He appeared utterly battered and exhausted, seemingly on the verge of total collapse.

At that precise moment, the monk abruptly unsheathed a Ring Knife from his back. Seizing the opening, he swung the blade violently toward the cultivator!

The purple-robed youth’s face darkened at the sight, and he urgently muttered,

“We concede this round!”

Though the surrounding cultivators displayed expressions of bitter reluctance upon hearing this, they too understood the massive disparity in strength between the two combatants.

The monk, however, acted as if he were deaf. He showed no intention of halting the Ring Knife’s momentum, driving it straight toward the blue-robed cultivator!

Suddenly, Wang Ba detected a fierce eruption of sword-light right beside him!

In a flash, the light tore into the Outer Realm Void. Like a pointing finger, the sword-light surged forward to intercept the Ring Knife!

Clang—

A thunderous roar erupted as metal collided with metal!

The Ring Knife was knocked backward, and the sword-light dissipated to reveal a figure.

It was Chen Zhongqi, who had been standing by Wang Ba’s side just a breath ago, now standing tall in his Water Blue Auspicious Cloud Robe.

His countenance was dark with rage, and his eyes remained locked onto the monk, his killing intent barely held in check.

“The fifth match belongs to me!”

The monk raised a hand to call back his Ring Knife. His eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a frigid sneer,

“This victory is already mine. It is time for a change of opponents.”

Having spoken, he turned around and vanished into the distance.

Within the Taoist Field, many cultivators could not help but shout out angry curses.

It was obvious the monk had heard the surrender, yet he chose to strike with lethal intent anyway, exposing his cruel heart.

Wang Ba’s heart grew heavy. It was clear the followers of the Supreme True Buddha had set their sights firmly on the Cloud Sky Realm, which explained their brazen arrogance.

He glanced toward the purple-robed youth nearby, whose expression was equally somber.

A quiet sigh escaped Wang Ba’s heart.

This was the reality when one lacked sufficient power; regardless of one's talent, one was forced to swallow bitterness and endure mockery.

“Under these conditions, the Cloud Sky Realm will struggle just to survive, let alone hold the Supreme True Buddha in check.”

Wang Ba felt a deep sense of unease.

His concern extended beyond the Cloud Sky Realm to the Little Cang World and his own future.

In his designs, the Cloud Sky Realm was a vital pillar for both breaching the Immortal Pass and resisting the Supreme True Buddha.

Should the Cloud Sky Realm fail to weather this storm, he would be forced to flee and search for another ally capable of standing against the Supreme True Buddha.

Yet, the Cloud Sky Realm sat right on the edge of the Immortal Pass. It was the faction with the greatest potential to break through. If he lost the Cloud Sky Realm, the chances of finding a replacement were incredibly low.

As these thoughts swirled, a soft voice suddenly drifted into his ear via soul transmission, saying,

“Taoist Friend Taiyi, once Zhongqi finishes his turn, would you be willing to take the subsequent match?”