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He fell heavily to the ground, struggled a few times, and then completely lost consciousness.
one move!
With just one move, Yagyu Jubei, a top master in the Japanese swordsmanship world, was defeated!
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was completely stunned by this scene, which was full of violent aesthetics!
At that moment, the other three experts also made their move!
They knew that they could never defeat this monster alone! Only by joining forces could they succeed!
"Ise Shinko, divine punishment!"
The chief priestess, Amaterasu Miko, held aloft the gohei (a ritual implement) in her hand, chanting an ancient prayer.
A blazing white beam of light, imbued with a sacred and purifying aura, descended from the sky, like a punitive spear from the gods, and slammed fiercely into Long Yan!
"The Dance of Resentment, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!"
The Noh master Kanze Masamune, his face adorned with a bizarre Noh mask, emitted a chilling laugh. His body twisted as if boneless, performing a grotesque dance.
As he danced, the shadows behind him began to twist and lengthen, transforming into grotesque demons with blue faces and fangs, and vengeful spirits with ferocious expressions, emitting silent roars as they swept towards Long Yan from all directions!
"Ten Thousand Poison Gu, Blood Descent!"
Nai Mi, Thailand's top sorcerer, cut his own wrist and spilled his poisoned blood on the ground.
The poisonous blood writhed rapidly on the ground, transforming into colorful venomous snakes, hideous centipedes, and all sorts of disgusting, unnamed worms, swarming towards Long Yan's feet like a tidal wave!
In an instant, the holy light of punishment, the ghost army from hell, and the sea of poisonous Gu worms launched a three-dimensional, deadly... devastating attack on Long Yan from the top, middle, and bottom!
The three of them worked together seamlessly, almost completely shutting out Long Yan's escape routes!
Faced with this devastating attack, Long Yan's face remained calm and composed.
He simply closed his eyes slowly.
Then, put your hands together in front of your chest.
"Om..."
An ancient, grand, and seemingly ancient Sanskrit chant, as if from the very beginning of the universe, was gently uttered from his mouth.
Om Mani Padme Hum!
The Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion!
As Long Yan pronounced these six words in their entirety.
A massive, golden, and tangible sound wave, visible to the naked eye, spread out from him with a thunderous roar!
The sound waves were like an invisible yet indestructible golden halo!
boom--! ! !
The golden sonic halo collided violently with the Ise Shinkō that descended from the sky!
The moment the sacred white light came into contact with the golden sound waves, it melted and disintegrated as quickly as snow meeting the scorching sun, without even causing a ripple! Amaterasu Miko let out a muffled groan as the gohei in her hand shattered inch by inch, and she was shaken back repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the sonic halo swept over the overwhelming ghost army!
The malevolent spirits and vengeful ghosts, composed of shadows and resentment, froze instantly upon being struck by the golden chant, their狰狞 expressions transforming into a serene sense of liberation. The black aura emanating from them was rapidly purified, and their entire bodies dissolved into specks of light, vanishing into the air.
With a "crack," a huge gap appeared in the mask on Kanze Masamune's face. He let out a piercing scream, as if struck by an invisible hammer, and flew backward, his fate unknown.
Finally, the golden sonic halo landed on the ground.
The "ocean" composed of countless venomous insects and venomous creatures seemed to be paused the moment it came into contact with the sound waves, instantly freezing in place. Then, their bodies began to disintegrate and pulverize from the inside out, turning into a pile of... harmless black powder.
Nai Mi, Thailand's top sorcerer, was struck as if by lightning. Black poisonous blood gushed from all seven orifices at the same time. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing his life.
Just one word of truth.
Just one move!
In the Eastern cultivation world, three top experts were simultaneously defeated!
The entire convention center was completely silent.
You can hear the needle drop.
Everyone stared at the young monk who stood quietly in the center of the field with the same look they had given him as a "god" or, more accurately, a "devil."
He slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze swept across the entire room.
Finally, the attack landed on Tsuchimikado Ryūkō, who was already terrified and pale.
"Has it arrived yet, after an incense stick's time?"
He asked calmly.
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Long Yan's calm voice was like an invisible hammer blow, striking hard into the hearts of Tsuchimikado Ryuko and every "big shot" in the room.
A stick of incense?
Let alone a stick of incense, it probably wouldn't even last half a stick!
The battle, or rather, the one-sided crushing defeat, was already over.
Tsuchimikado Ryūkō's face drained of color. He looked at the four top experts in the arena, some seriously injured and unconscious, others dead, and then at Ryūyan, whose monk's robe was not even slightly disheveled. His throat went dry, and he couldn't utter a single word.
fear.
An uncontrollable fear, emanating from the depths of his soul, gripped his heart.
He finally realized what a foolish mistake he, and indeed all the dark forces in the world, had made.
They tried to use worldly rules, conspiracies, and sheer numbers to measure, restrain, and divide up... the true dragon.
How could a divine dragon be bound by the rules of ants?
Long Yan ignored the distraught Tsuchimikado Ryuko.
He turned around and looked around the room.
His gaze swept over the dark giants from all over the world.
Finally, he spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:
"That's enough for today."
"This humble monk dislikes killing, but he is not afraid of killing either."
"Hong Kong is the place where this humble monk cultivates himself. From this day forward, if any evil spirits from outside wreak havoc here and harm the innocent..."
He paused, his eyes suddenly turning icy cold.
"This humble monk will personally visit you to send you...to the afterlife."
These words, without any threatening language, are more chilling than any threat.
Because everyone witnessed firsthand that he possessed the absolute power to turn those words into reality!
After saying that, Long Yan said no more.
He turned around and walked step by step toward the gate he had come from.
Wherever he went, those arrogant and powerful figures of the underworld seemed to part the sea like Moses parting the ocean, unconsciously making way for him.
No one dared to stop it.
No one dared to speak.
All that could be done was to watch that solitary figure gradually disappear into the distance, filled with awe, fear, and a sliver of relief at surviving such a catastrophe.
When Long Yan's figure completely disappeared outside the gate of the convention center.
Only then did the air in the entire venue seem to return to normal.
A series of suppressed, heavy breathing sounds rang out.
Many people then realized that their backs were already completely soaked with cold sweat.
……
When Long Yan returned to Wulong Temple, it was already dawn.
Wang Xian'er, Uncle Da, Xiao Zhen, and the others stayed up all night, anxiously waiting in the courtyard.
When she saw Long Yan safely enter the mountain gate, Wang Xian'er could no longer hold back. She lifted the hem of her skirt and ran over.
This time, she did not cry.
She simply ran up to him, stopped, and looked up at him with her pretty face, which was streaked with tears yet filled with determination.
“You’re back,” she said softly, her voice trembling with a hint of joy.
"Yes, I'm back." Long Yan looked at her, the cold killing intent in his eyes had long since dissipated, replaced by a gentle tenderness.
He reached out, as he had done before, to brush away the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the morning breeze.
But this time, Wang Xian'er bravely took his hand.
Her hands were a little cold, but very soft.
Long Yan's body trembled slightly.
The two of them stood quietly in the dim light of dawn, hand in hand, speechless.
But their heartbeats seemed to be able to hear each other's most genuine voices.
Uncle Da, Xiao Zhen, and Zhang Ling, who were standing nearby, all smiled knowingly at the sight.
A massive upheaval that swept the globe into the "underworld" has thus come to an end in the most domineering yet gentle way.
Hong Kong has returned to a long-awaited, true peace.
And finally, Oolong Temple can enjoy a period of peace.