Chapter 951: Power (1/2)

“Brother Feng actually stopped a tenth-ranked demon treasure with his bare hand, maybe this is a merit law from an immemorial Buddhist sect?” Thirteenth almost jumped up.

Ninth and Huang Yuchang along with the other geniuses couldn’t believe it and stared at Feiyun in disbelief.

“This guy is better at speed than power. If he knew he’d lose, he would have run long ago instead of fighting.” Liu Suzi smiled while waving her paper fan.

“You’re saying that he can definitely beat Mo Taiqu?” Yuchang spoke without confidence.

How could a half-demon surpass a level and defeat a genius wielding a tenth-ranked demon treasure? Impossible.

She didn’t respond and looked to be pondering, tapping her fan on the jade table.

“Mi ma mou hong!” Feiyun changed an ancient mantra. His Buddhist aura intensified. The silkworms floating in the air seemed to be alive and issued hymns.

Mo Taiqu glared at Feiyun and threatened: “Hand over your Buddhist manual and I will leave your corpse intact.”

He could see the power of the Buddhist domain. Obtaining it would be far more beneficial than killing Feiyun.

On another floating island, an old monk was covered in a bright glow. His eyes looked like jewels as he spoke: “Young Benefactor, if you let me see your manual for just three days, I will guarantee that no one from Firmaments and the twelve domains will be able to touch you.”

His aura was monstrous, resembling a divine tree. The prodigies nearby became frozen as a result.

“This is one of the three grand monks from Xumi Ancient Temple, Monk Wulou. Rumor has it that he was already at the Heaven’s Emergence realm five thousand years ago yet he still wants Feiyun’s scripture? Maybe the guy really has an immemorial scripture.”

“Any of the scriptures back then are priceless.”

Feiyun knew that using this domain might cause quite a stir. However, he wasn’t afraid of old men trying to rob him.

First, they had qualms going against all the half-demons.

Next, Feiyun was a war monarch – a man of status.

Last and most importantly, they didn’t know the origin of his scripture because it might provoke a big shot.

“I apologize, this scripture belongs to my master, I cannot hand it to anyone.” Feiyun politely said.

Others confirmed that Feiyun had a master from an immemorial temple. The medial clans didn’t want to mess with such a big shot, let alone domain lords.

The most excited to hear this information were Lord Kong Hou and Lord Fu Ying. Liu Suzi’s camp was happy to see this too.

Though Feiyun didn’t reveal any detail about his master, the implication was there. Many old men stopped thinking about robbing him.

As for Monk Wulou, he still continued to observe from a distance, clearly not giving up.

“So what if your master is a sacred monk from the immemorial era, the rule of retribution remains. Since you killed my older brother, I have the right to kill you as an offering to him.” Mo Taiqu didn’t give either.

His spear exuded demonic rays along with a monstrous presence.

“Kingslayer!” He roared and the spear’s aura intensified. His island started sinking from the pressure.

“Bottle Seal.” Feiyun’s hands turned into two Buddhist bottles and crushed the power of the spear, killing Taiqu’s mount as well. It turned into a puddle of blood inside the armor.