Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2320 - 174: The Truth (Part 2)
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In that instant, detecting the nearby disturbances, one head turned faintly, and catching sight of that recognizable face, its pupils suddenly dilated!
"It's you!"
A tone brimming with astonishment and fury echoed from the Three-headed and Six-armed Bodhisattva's form.
When foes encounter each other, eyes burn with rage.
Despite caution toward Wang Ba's power, the Realm Membrane had already been torn open by them, thrusting everyone into a desperate fight for survival with no time to waver.
He promptly crushed the cultivator gripped in his grasp, then grasped five upper grade Dao Treasures and one top grade Dao Treasure using his six arms, and without any divine beast mount below, he surged ahead.
Wang Ba's face stayed impassive, and from the Primordial Spirit inside him, a massive brush emerged, swiftly sketching the 'forbidden' symbol in the empty space, seven symbols in sequence, pressing down toward Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva!
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva brandished the top grade Dao Treasure he held, swiftly countering the oncoming strike.
The ink symbol clashed against the Dao Treasure, instantly etching onto its surface, causing the glow on it to fade quickly!
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva hadn't anticipated the massive brush's ability to mark the Dao Treasure, so his face twisted in alarm, and he hastily tried to pull it back.
But right then.
Wang Ba's demeanor stayed steady, and he issued a quiet order:
"Freeze!"
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva's form tensed for a split second but shook it off nearly immediately.
At the same time, the nearby Bodhisattvas and Arhats hurried forward, lifting their Dao Treasures, all launching assaults at Wang Ba!
In this dire juncture, Wang Ba kept his cool and poise, the Taoist Sword Dao Treasure in his grip swept downward, and the very next instant, a stream of verdant light seemed to swirl around his body, avian wings unfurled at his back, and with a sharp eagle cry, he smoothly vaulted over the encircling monks drawing near, myriad afterimages flickered behind him, materializing and vanishing unpredictably.
A savage glare appeared on Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva's three heads as he observed Wang Ba charging directly at him, and he caught a voice laced with icy mockery:
"You dare not fear the Buddha Lord, today you will fall into my hands..."
His six arms extended broadly, the golden body swelled rapidly.
Wang Ba's look stayed serene and unshaken, lightly lifting the Taoist Sword in his hold, channeling immortal power into it.
Whoosh!
A faint golden sword beam quietly cut through.
Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva pulled back in terror!
But lacking the top grade Dao Treasure's protection, three out of his six arms got severed in a flash!
Right at that moment, a subdued shout rang out:
"Freeze!"
The three-headed form went rigid as ordered!
Yet another sword beam descended without a sound.
The three savage heads soared skyward, then crumbled apart in moments!
Just the leftover mangled golden body, mixed with surging Demonic Qi that twisted wildly, appeared to be trying to regenerate fresh heads and arms!
However, in this fleeting interval, Wang Ba blurred his silhouette, lifted his elegant jade palm, and slammed it onto the junction of Demonic Qi and the golden body, endless Divine Patterns poured from his palm, covering its whole frame at once, ruthlessly pinning it down!
The instant after, his sleeve billowed open, and Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva was already drawn inside.
Next, he eyed the approaching Bodhisattvas and Arhats trailing him, his expression icy, eyes narrowing a touch, Divine Patterns gleamed, and he had already faded from view.
The whole sequence unfolded rapidly and seamlessly, without a single pause.
Precisely as he vanished, over a dozen top grade and upper grade Dao Treasures converged and smashed down, only to hit empty air.
Shortly afterward, a monk clad in blazing red robes arrived from beyond the realm, his face grave as he gazed at the three severed arms, holding back his fury while murmuring softly:
"Supreme True Buddha!"
The other Bodhisattvas and Arhats, spotting this arrival, promptly knelt in respect:
"Greetings to the Southern Great Bodhisattva."
The monk in blazing red robes gave a somber nod, then peered into the realm's inner reaches, declaring gravely:
"Stay close, don't spread out!"
Meanwhile.
Inside the Taoist Field.
A burst of light shone, and Wang Ba's silhouette rematerialized nearby the boy in purple robes.
He stated gravely:
"Mission accomplished."
"Nine Breaths!"
The cultivators all around observed the departing green-robed figure in silence, who had seized Wisdom Truth Bodhisattva in mere strikes from thousands of miles distant and then popped back before them, leaving everyone dazed and mute.
The boy in purple robes regarded Wang Ba right then, barely containing his delight and ease, and exclaimed with thrill:
"Excellent!"
"You haven't disappointed me, Taoist Friend!"
Wang Ba kept his composure, his eyes scanning the area, noticing that the Crossing Tribulation cultivators dispatched earlier were starting to come back, and the conflict shown in the water curtain appeared to be pushing deeper into the realm.
This reinforced his belief that Sect Leader Bai was truly drawing the foes further in.
As for the boy in purple robes, who had faced strain but now looked far more at ease, he stared at the flame-robed monk emerging in the water curtain, his face gaining fresh vigor.
Deep in his gaze lingered a trace of eagerness.
"The Southern Great Bodhisattva has shown up and stepped into the realm, let's hold on a little more..."
He tracked the monks flooding into the realm, his look turning graver, though his eyes gleamed with mounting hope.
This odd mismatch caught not just Wang Ba's notice, but also that of the nearby cultivators.
With the influx of realm-entering monks swelling, the numbers of Bodhisattvas and Arhats surpassing what they had foreseen, and the dispatched support cultivators falling back gradually.
At last, one cultivator couldn't hold back and posed the key question they'd all skirted:
"Sect Leader Bai, precisely when will True Man Gai and the rest emerge?"
Upon hearing this, the boy in purple robes hesitated briefly, then faced the nearing Seated Buddha beyond the realm, murmuring gently:
"Almost, no need to fret, it won't be long..."
Positioned next to the boy in purple robes, picking up on his peculiar manner, Wang Ba's mind swelled with fresh doubt once more.
This doubt solidified his sense that something vital had slipped past him.
Right then, a strained and pressing voice abruptly rang in his ear: