The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 903 Huineng of Jinguang Temple

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

After Nao Nao's ultimate move, nearly half of the more than two thousand cultivators in Xizhou were killed or injured.

Su Miaomiao's pretty face turned deathly pale. After scanning the battlefield with her divine sense, she gritted her teeth and said, "Liu Yuexin! I'll remember you. Let's go!"

After uttering those harsh words, Su Miaomiao turned and left with her people.

Xin'er looked at Pan Chengfeng and said softly, "Chengfeng, they..." Xin'er hesitated. Although the Western Continent cultivators suffered heavy casualties, their overall strength was still stronger than that of the Southern Continent.

Although Nao Nao killed hundreds of cultivators from the Western Continent with a single move, he was too exhausted to continue fighting.

Pan Chengfeng snorted coldly, his loud voice echoing throughout the battlefield: "You think you can come and go as you please? Do you really think we, the Southern Continent, are easy to bully?"

Upon hearing this, Su Miaomiao stopped her escape and turned to look at Pan Chengfeng, revealing a coquettish expression as she said, "Does this handsome young man want me to stay and keep you company?"

Pan Chengfeng met Su Miaomiao's gaze, paused for a moment, then revealed a lecherous grin and said, "Haha, yes, yes, if Senior Sister Su were to..."

Halfway through his sentence, Pan Chengfeng suddenly realized something and hurriedly closed his eyes, but he was still a step too late. Some indescribable images flashed through his mind.

Seeing that Pan Chengfeng was acting strangely, Xin'er hurriedly looked at him and said, "Chengfeng, you..." Before she could finish speaking, Xin'er became angry and looked at Su Miaomiao, demanding, "What did you do to Chengfeng?!"

Su Miaomiao covered her mouth and laughed, "What number one in the Eastern Continent? He's just been poisoned by my Hundred Flower Fairy - Hundred Flower Charm. Men, hehehe~"

Su Miaomiao's laughter echoed across the battlefield, and all the cultivators from the Eastern Continent who heard it wore bewildered expressions, regardless of gender.

Pan Chengfeng was drooling and laughing like an idiot, and even Xin'er was caught up in a hallucination.

Large beads of sweat streamed down Su Miaomiao's forehead. A disciple of the Hehuan Sect behind her said anxiously, "Senior Sister Su, using your charm on so many people at once... will you..."

Su Miaomiao, her pretty face pale, interrupted, "Junior Brother Huang, quickly take your men and leave! I can only hold them off for three breaths, no, two... Oh no!! *Pfft*"

Before she could finish speaking, Su Miaomiao spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the man who was opening his eyes in horror.

Pan Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, staring coldly at Su Miaomiao and said, "Very good, you actually managed to trick me!"

"To thank you for giving me 'pleasure,' I've decided not to kill you, but everyone else... must die!"

Pan Chengfeng's magical power surged, and his cold gaze swept over the many cultivators in the Western Continent.

Blood streamed from the corner of Su Miaomiao's mouth, her pretty face drained of color, and she weakly said, "You...you have such a powerful mental attack, this is the first time I've ever encountered...this is the first time I've ever encountered..."

She was only halfway through her sentence when Su Miaomiao suddenly collapsed.

Junior Brother Huang, who was behind her, quickly grabbed Su Miaomiao and shouted, "Stop him!"

After saying that, Junior Brother Huang picked up Su Miaomiao and fled in a flash.

Hundreds of Hehuan Sect disciples stood in front of Pan Chengfeng, trying to buy Su Miaomiao some time.

The moment Su Miaomiao fell asleep, all the cultivators in the Eastern Continent woke up.

Xin'er's face was flushed; she had just experienced those indescribable scenes.

When she woke up, she saw someone carrying Su Miaomiao away. She shouted, "You shameless hussy! What kind of cultivation technique do you practice? How can you be so shameless?!"

Just as he was about to use his escape light to chase after him, he sensed the surging magical power fluctuations of Pan Chengfeng.

This was the first time Xin'er had experienced Pan Chengfeng's magical power fluctuations so closely, and she asked in disbelief, "Chengfeng, is this your true strength?"

Pan Chengfeng chuckled and said, "I guess so. There's no need to pursue Xin'er anymore. Su Miaomiao is Nangong Tian's fiancée, so let's not touch her for now."

Xin'er nodded slightly and asked, "What about the others?"

Pan Chengfeng sneered, "Everyone else has to stay today! Those bastards from Xizhou need to be taught a lesson!"

There are still more than a thousand cultivators left in Xizhou, almost all of whom are Void Refinement cultivators.

Upon hearing Pan Chengfeng say he would keep them all, someone stepped forward and said disdainfully, "Pan Chengfeng, I've heard of you and know you're very powerful. Do you really think you can keep over a thousand of us Void Refinement cultivators? Be careful you don't bite off more than you can chew!"

Pan Chengfeng laughed loudly, "Whether I'll bite off more than you can chew, wait until you catch this move of mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent surge of lightning power spread across the battlefield.

The entire sky darkened instantly, as if a violent storm was about to break.

Pan Chengfeng's body was covered in crackling lightning, the sound echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

The cultivators from the Western Continent felt their scalps tingle. The cultivator who had spoken earlier was completely stunned, muttering tremblingly, "How is this possible? How is this possible? He's only at the Nascent Soul stage. How could such a scene occur?"

Some of the Western Continent cultivators wanted to run, some wanted to fight back, and some looked at the sky with despair. But no matter what they were thinking, they were all unable to move.

Pan Chengfeng's Thunder Core spun wildly within his body. With a cold expression, he completed the last hand seal and said, "You can talk nonsense again once you can withstand this move from me! Thunder Technique: Thunderous Might!!"

Thousands of lightning bolts descended from the sky, and the Western Continent cultivators, who had been intimidated by Pan Chengfeng's oppressive aura, all felt despair in that instant.

Just as the lightning was about to strike the group of cultivators from the Western Continent, a solemn voice suddenly rang out: "Amitabha, please have mercy, benefactor."

Pan Chengfeng's pupils contracted, and he said calmly, "So you are a master from the Golden Light Temple in Xizhou. You've been hiding your abilities quite well."

Pan Chengfeng did not stop. Thousands of lightning bolts poured down, and a golden barrier suddenly appeared above the heads of the Western Continent cultivators.

Lightning struck the wall, making a loud thud.

A moment later, a 'little golden man' radiating golden light slowly emerged from the crowd of people from the Western Continent.

Pan Chengfeng scanned the area with his spiritual sense and thought to himself, "Damn it, what bad luck! It was him!"

The 'little golden man' strolled over on golden lotus feet, clasped his hands together, and said, "Benefactor Pan, they are no match for you at all, so why do you needlessly add to your bloodshed?"

Pan Chengfeng sneered, "Little monk, you make it sound so easy. Why didn't you show yourself and stop them when they were slaughtering our Eastern Continent cultivators? Now you're lecturing me?"

"Amitabha," the little monk withdrew the golden light, revealing a handsome face, and said, "This humble monk has already tried to persuade Fairy Su and Fellow Daoist Qi, but they insisted on doing so. Alas, it is all this humble monk's fault."

Pan Chengfeng stared at the little monk, looking him up and down, and thought to himself, "That must have been the ultimate technique of Jin Guang Temple, 'Great Buddha Golden Light Shield'."

"I used all my magic power just now and couldn't break through it. This little monk is something else!"

The man and the monk stared at each other for three or four breaths. Pan Chengfeng's mind raced, but he still couldn't come up with a way to defeat the little monk.

But Pan Chengfeng is a man who cares about his reputation. If he just lets the Western Continent cultivators go like this, where will he put his face?

Pan Chengfeng rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "Little monk, don't blame me for not giving you face."

"Since you want to protect them, then take this move from me. If I can't repel you a hundred paces, then I'll let them go!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators from the Western Continent began to shout and clamor.

A dozen or so monks flew out from the crowd and surrounded the young monk, trying to persuade him.

Pan Chengfeng just said not "defeat" or "injure," but "repel"! That's incredibly difficult.

Ignoring their advice, the young monk put his hands together and said, "This humble monk accepts. Please enlighten me, benefactor."

"Chengfeng~" Xin'er asked worriedly, "This little monk is quite powerful, are you sure you can handle it?"

Pan Chengfeng transmitted his voice, "I'm not sure." Xin'er was taken aback, and before she could speak, Pan Chengfeng continued to transmit his voice, "Among these people, there are more than a dozen monks from Jin Guang Temple."

If I don't back down, I'll definitely fall out with this young monk, which will only make things worse. It's better to give him face.

Xin'er nodded slightly, then turned to the Eastern Continent cultivators and said, "Everyone, step back!"

The cultivators from both the eastern and western continents retreated three thousand meters.

Pan Chengfeng twisted his neck and said, "Little monk, I know your defense is strong. There's probably not a second one like you in the entire cultivation world."

The Thunder Control Sect's thunder magic is also the best in the world!

Let's see today whether your defense is stronger or my attack is sharper!

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous sounds crackled all over Pan Chengfeng's body. The little monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, please use your power, benefactor. I have heard of the thunder magic of the Thunder Control Sect."

Pan Chengfeng's eyes flashed with lightning as he laughed loudly, "Alright! Take this! Thunder Dragon Technique - Dragon Swarm Breaker!!"

"May the Buddha have mercy, and may the Vajra Tathagata be in his body!"

The young monk was enveloped in a radiant light, and a colossal Buddha image rose behind him. The Buddha's eyes were slightly lowered, his hands clasped together, and he spoke softly: "The Buddha's light shines universally, the mind is unobstructed; in a single thought, all laws open! Open!!"

A pair of Buddha hands slowly stretched out and blocked the little monk's way.

Seven or eight hundred thunder dragons frantically attacked the Dharma Image, forcing it to retreat repeatedly, and it looked like it was about to be forced back a hundred steps.

The little monk, who was half-squatting, suddenly put his hands together and said, "Your Thunder Dragon Technique is indeed well-deserved. I underestimated you."

"May Buddha have mercy! May the Great Buddha's Vajra Finger be upon you!"

As soon as the little monk finished speaking, the Buddha's hand that was blocking the thunder dragon suddenly reached out and pointed at Pan Chengfeng, who was casting a spell, and a beam of golden light shot out.

Pan Chengfeng exclaimed in shock and anger, "Little monk! You actually dared to play dirty tricks!! Thunder Technique - Thunderous Handprint!!"

A finger and a palm collided in the sky, producing a loud boom.

Pan Chengfeng stumbled back more than ten steps, while the little monk stubbornly remained rooted to the spot, though a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After Pan Chengfeng stopped, he looked up at the little monk and chuckled, saying, "I took more than ten steps back to deflect the force."

If you retreat any further, you'll be a hundred paces away, so even if you get injured, you have to persevere. I admire your courage!

The young monk put his palms together and said, "Benefactor, I have been rude. Please forgive me..."

Before the little monk could finish speaking, Pan Chengfeng interrupted him, saying, "Forget it, I didn't say you couldn't fight back. They're lucky today. Get lost!"

The young monk clasped his hands together, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, benefactor. I am a disciple of Jinguang Temple, and my Dharma name is Huineng."

Pan Chengfeng cupped his hands and said, "I am Pan Chengfeng, a disciple of the Thunder Control Sect of the Eastern Continent!"