Bullying With Numbers?
Bullying With Numbers?
Everybody was stunned and they all suddenly smelled the faint scent of sandalwood enter their nostrils. Their vision was filled with dazzling golden light and waves of Buddhist chants entered their ears, as if it came from the distant horizon, yet also seemingly rising up from the depths of their hearts.
Accompanying the Buddhist chanting was Lin Feng’s calm voice: "Zhu Hongwu may be Zhu Yi’s blood relative but not for a single day has he conducted his responsibilities of teaching him. He only uses etiquette and rules to bound his body and mind, satisfying his own selfish desires and desire for control. He brings shame as a father and a husband, he has no right to interfere in the decision of Zhu Yi’s path."
"Zhu Yi is the son of an old friend of mine, regardless of his choice in becoming my disciple today, I will not sit still and watch others suppress his development."
"This child’s own path will be chosen by himself and he alone will be responsible for it."
Lin Feng’s calm and indifferent, yet also powerful words fell into Zhu Yi’s ears. Even Zhu Yi who always had a strong will felt a wave of warm soothingness in his heart and the indignation stuck in his heart for many years had also disappeared.
The middle-aged dressed in a purple fine clothes expressed a bitter and cold face, shouting with contempt : "Die zealot!". Waving his two hands, nine rings of light flew out and headed straight for Lin Feng.
Zhu Yi has seen the fine-clothed middle-aged man strike out before. He knows that the people trapped by the rings of light will be unable to move and can only wait to be captured. Seeing him use the same trick to fight Lin Feng he couldn’t help but speak out to warn him: "Hurry up and dodge, don’t get caught by the light!"
Calm and composed, Lin Feng chanted in a prolonged voice: "24 Heaven Arhat Formation, open!"
The sariras that were released before shined brightly. The golden light became increasingly radiant and blended together. Turning into a heavy haze, it covered the entire tunnel. The scent of sandalwood permeated the air and thunderous Buddhist chanting shook the ears of those present.
A giant hand poked out from the golden light haze and slapped away three rings of light.
Afterwards, an Arhat light figure covered in golden light stepped out from the light haze. The massive hundred-foot-tall figure had already arrived in front of the fine-clothed middle-aged man swiftly in two steps. Its fist the size of a house came smashing down on his head.
The fine-clothed middle-aged man let out a cold snort. The spell sign of his two hands changed and the nine rings of light suddenly connected as a line in mid-air, stabbing down towards the Arhat’s head like a sword.
The golden Arhat chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice, its two palms coming together and clapping towards the center, catching the rings of light that had linked together into a line.
The rings of light changed again. The nine rings of lights slipped over each other, linking together like a chain and then arced through the air tying up the golden Arhat.
At this moment, the nine rings of light were connected end to end, turning into a giant ring of light and enclosing the golden Arhat in the middle, bounding it and causing it to be unable to move.
The golden Arhat exerted force to break free but the rings of light created an elastic suppressive grasp onto the Arhat. It constantly expanded and shrank, neutralizing the Arhat’s great strength and causing it to be immobile.
The fine-clothed middle-aged man laughed coldly: "And I thought you would be quite skilled, you’re nothing compared to us!"
The five cultivators of the Five Elements Sect also revealed smiles of disdain on their faces. The yellow-clothed old man stroked his white beard and smiled saying: "So you are scum of the Great Thunder Monastery, too bad your tao technique has yet to reach a sufficient level…"
"Boom!"
Another pair of giant palms poked out from the light haze and a second golden Arhat revealed itself. Following closely behind it was also a third one…
The laughter of the cultivators of the house of the Marquis abruptly stopped.
"Ouch!" Under his great shock, the yellow-clothed old man accidently pulled off a few hairs from his beard causing him to grimace in pain.
The fine-clothed middle-aged man stared in terror at the two massive golden Arhats that were also a hundred-foot-tall charged out together. They stood separately at two sides and together grabbed the ring of light binding the first golden arhat.
"Buddha is merciful!"
With a low shout the three Arhats exerted force together, working from inside and outside and directly tugging to pieces the ring of light.
With his soul-bound magic item destroyed, the fine-clothed middle-aged man spit out a mouth of vital blood and then fell backwards towards the ground without making a sound.
Lin Feng smiled asking: "Who is nothing compared to you?"
One Five Elements Sect cultivator shouted: "Three against one, what is there to be proud of? We five people here will destroy your Arhats!"
Lin Feng chuckled: "Do you mean that you are going to bully me with numbers?"
The cultivator shouted asking: "So what if I am?"
"That’s not a problem." Lin Feng lightly clapped his hands and then one after another golden Arhats emerged from the light haze.
Each hundred-foot-tall Arhat had its head bumping straight through the ceiling of the tunnel, posing a peerless pressure to the cultivators.
With the strength of 24 massive Arhats appearing together in the tunnel they instantly created a type of terrifying pressure that enveloped the skies.
Casting their eyes to the tunnels, the cultivators of the house of the Marquis could no longer see the stone walls and the ceiling of the tunnel, as the view of the colossal Arhats occupied their entire field of vision.
24 golden arhats, 24 foundation establishment stages, this indestructible kind of line-up appearing in front of the cultivators virtually broke them down. They blankly watched as the golden Arhats surrounded them.
Lin Feng’s soft laughter rose up in the haze of piercing light: "Bullying me with numbers? Hehe…"
The yellow-clothed old man’s face was ghastly pale but he could still maintain his composure: "Don’t panic, this should be a formation, just charge out of the area of the spell formation!"
Gathering their composure, the five people cast a communal spell and five-coloured divine light flashed in the Buddhist light formation.
With a completely different attitude from before (as in the cultivator’s fight with the Society of the Strong Gale), the five people battled solemnly and seriously. Spitting out a mouth of vital blood filled with their own vital energy, the five cultivators blood landed in the five-coloured divine light and rapidly evaporated while a change occurred to the nature of the divine light.
At this moment, the originally distinctly separate fives colours of the pillar of light had mixed together and turned into a beam of black light.
The black light was like a slit that had suddenly split open in a piece of black silk.
Brown soil slowly seeped out from the slit, gathering together and spitting out a tender green bud. It rapidly grew in the wind and the surrounding air magically congealed into drops of glistening water droplets, sprinkling down on the bud and giving bloom to a gorgeous and burning flower of fire.
A faint golden glow flashed from the stamen of the fire flower. The next moment a tiny golden sword shot out from the stamen, arcing across the air like fleeting swan.
The sword aura was subtle, despite looking unassuming, it was filled with destructive power. The lethality of this beam of sword aura is not the least bit weaker than an aurous core talisman!
Lin Feng who was hidden within the light haze was indifferent towards it. With a mere thought, Buddhist light flickered above the heads of the 24 Arhat light figures and blended together, turning into a golden disk and smashing towards the sword aura.
The thin and delicate sword encountered a giant axe that could split the world, and with the sound of the cultivator’s despondency, the long sword was humorously but also tragically split into broken pieces!
The five cultivators coughed out blood in unison. The yellow-clothed old man howled: "Run! Every man who gets away counts!"
Hearing this Lin Feng laughed saying: "Nobody’s getting away."
"The glaring eyes of the Arhat suppresses the heavens! Crush! Crush! Crush!"
The 24 golden Arhats opened wide their eyes and shouted out together: "48 giant, shiny golden hands pressed down together!"
In the sound of shouting and screaming the cultivators of the Five Elements Sect were all killed by the golden Arhats.
The purple-fine-clothed middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground unconscious had suddenly jumped up from the ground and ignited a talisman in his hand. He roared hoarsely: "You will pay."
The talisman was lit ablaze, flickering with the light of fire in the air. The fine-clothed middle-aged man extended his finger and wrote a giant "Buddha" character in the air.
Pausing for a moment he then wrote the character "Yu".
A thought rose up in Lin Feng’s heart and he did not stop him at the first moment. Pausing for a moment, Lin Feng only acted after the two characters "Buddha" and "Yu" were lit ablaze together with the talisman. These turned into a beam of light piercing through the air along with the Arhat formation, ultimately killing the fine-clothed middle-aged man.
Using unmatched power to sweep away six foundation establishment stage cultivators, Lin Feng was pleased in his heart.
Even though he had already dealt with two aurous core stage cultivators before, those two times were both achieved under near-death circumstances using trickery. They weren’t like this time, completely fair and square, using his own strength to crush the enemy and winning with great satisfaction.
Lin Feng said in his heart: "Sure enough, increasing one’s own strength is the absolute principle."
These 24 sariras really are incredibly powerful. They themselves can provide sufficient mana to supply the spell formation and don’t need to waste Lin Feng’s mana. This allows Lin Feng, who is at the qi disciple stage, to be also able to use the 24 Heaven Arhat Formation effectively.
Retracting the sariras and formation, Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian walked over and greeted him again: "Master!"
Xiao Budian flattered Lin Feng with a giant grin: "Master is so amazing!"
Lin Feng smiled and patted his tiny head, turning his head and looking towards Zhu Yi who had a quiet expression.
Once Zhu Yi had completely calmed down, he bowed towards Lin Feng: "Thank you for saving me."
Lin Feng’s expression was calm. Knowing Zhu Yi had more to say, he withheld his own words, allowing him to speak in full first.
After being some contemplation, Zhu Yi continued saying: "I have one question, I hope that you can answer it for me."
Lin Feng waved his sleeves: "Speak your mind."
Zhu Yi inhaled a deep breath and slowly asked: "May I ask in your heart, in this world is reasoning the biggest or is strength the biggest?"
Lin Feng looked closely at Zhu Yi. The green-clothed scholar’s eyes were calm and resolute, clearly already holding his own convictions.