Chapter 127

The swords transformed, each embodying a divine beast: the Golden Edge Sword with a White Tiger, the Qingyuan Sword with a Green Dragon, the Bi Shui Sword with a Black Tortoise, the Chixiao Sword with a Vermilion Bird, and the Houtu Sword with a Qilin.

The divine beasts formed a mystical connection, rotating with the Five Elements’ power.

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The divine beasts’ combined power trapped the Buddha, preventing its energy from reaching Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk’s battlefield. The Buddha, seemingly aware, looked up as a massive five-colored sword energy descended from the sky!

The Five Elements Sword Formation, combining the Five Elements’ power, was far stronger than the Three Talents Sword Formation used on Mount Emei. Though only sword shadows, their power rivaled the previous formation. If Xiang Yutian were here, he would be defeated again!

With a thunderous roar, the sword energy descended, tearing through the sky. The crowd, blinded by the five-colored light, finally understood the overwhelming power Ning Changge wielded.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, watching in shock, felt defeated. Their decades of sacrifice to learn Shaolin’s secrets seemed meaningless compared to the Little Immortal’s power.

The elderly monks, using their last strength, activated the Buddha Relic. The golden Buddha, radiating boundless light, struck at the descending sword energy. But the Five Elements’ power, unstoppable, shattered the Buddha’s attacks, obliterating it in an instant.

The Shaolin monks, seeing the Buddha’s defeat, were filled with despair. The elderly monks, using their last breath, sat in meditation, their bodies turning to dust. The golden Buddha, with a final effort, rose to meet the sword energy, but was annihilated in a blinding explosion.

As the light faded, the crowd saw the battlefield. The golden Buddha was gone, and the five sword shadows remained, trembling slightly. The Buddha Relic’s power had been utterly destroyed.

Ning Changge, sensing the relic’s essence within the Qingyuan Sword shadow, smiled. While others thought the relic was shattered, he had absorbed it, gaining a valuable resource.

On Mount Shaoshi, the crowd stared in awe at the five sword shadows, realizing the true power of the Little Immortal. They now knew that Zhang Sanfeng, despite his recent ascension, might not be Wudang’s strongest.

“Who knows how powerful the Little Immortal will be when he ascends to the Land Immortal realm?”

“It’s unimaginable.”

“Such talent is unheard of in the Nine Provinces. Even a fraction of it would make me a supreme expert. How unfair is the world!”

“The swords seem to be withdrawing. Even if they don’t intervene, Shaolin is finished.”

“Look over there!” The crowd turned to see Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk battling in the sky, the fight nearing its end.

“Master Zhang is winning,” someone whispered, trembling with excitement.

With everyone’s attention previously drawn to the spiritual sword projections and the Buddha Relic, they now turned to Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk, realizing the battle was nearing its end. The Jianghu guests were visibly shaken.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had just ascended to the Land Immortal realm, was dominating the Sweeping Monk, a two-hundred-year-old Land Immortal. Such talent and prowess were extraordinary!

High in the sky, the Sweeping Monk’s Golden Buddha True Body had lost its previous brilliance. The golden light had dimmed, showing signs of fragmentation, with bloodstains marring its surface. The Sweeping Monk was in poor condition, his eyes dull. Zhang Sanfeng, though also injured, with a torn robe and a broken whisk, was in far better shape.

“Master Zhang is truly gifted. Even with the help of a spiritual sword, his own strength is on par with Shaolin’s Buddha.”

“He was just ascended to Land Immortal and already this powerful. In a hundred years, he could easily defeat the Buddha.”

“No need for a hundred years. Twenty years should suffice! Master Zhang’s Taiji Dao is profound. If he hadn’t focused on it, he might have ascended earlier.”

“But without the Taiji Dao, his combat power wouldn’t be this formidable. Just ascended and already comparable to a two-hundred-year-old Buddha!”

“Both master and disciple are such prodigies; it’s hard to know what to say.”

“I think the Little Immortal is even more monstrous. Not yet a Land Immortal but already this powerful. When he ascends, he might surpass Master Zhang!”

“Wudang is destined to rise!”

The crowd murmured in awe, their expressions complex. Ning Changge’s spiritual sword had shattered the Buddha Relic, and now Zhang Sanfeng was beating the Sweeping Monk. Both feats were astonishing.

The battle’s dynamics shifted rapidly. Both Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk sensed the Five Elements Sword Formation slicing the Golden Buddha, their hearts shaken. Zhang Sanfeng felt a mix of shock and pride. Hearing about Ning Changge’s feat on Mount Emei was one thing, but witnessing the Five Elements Sword Formation in action was another.

A single spiritual sword could achieve such a feat. Zhang Sanfeng was certain he wasn’t a match for his disciple, but he felt immense pride.

Seeing the sword shadows dissipate without intervening in his battle, he was even more satisfied. Some things were meant for the master to handle!

Zhang Sanfeng’s fighting spirit soared. The Sweeping Monk, however, was shaken and panicked. His composure shattered, and he struggled against Zhang Sanfeng’s relentless attacks, bloodstains appearing on his Buddha body.

“Two Forces Turn Yin-Yang, Yin-Yang Unite!” Zhang Sanfeng shouted. The Bi Shui Sword’s black and white energies transformed into giant serpents, intertwining and attacking the Sweeping Monk with immense force.

The Sweeping Monk was at his limit. Shaolin had no more resources to intervene in this Land Immortal battle. They could only watch in despair. With a crisp sound, the Sweeping Monk fell from the sky, landing before Shaolin’s gates, bloodied and tattered.