Infinite Professions

Chapter 406: Chapter 210: The Dust Settles (2)

Song Wu cried out in shock, but the man sneered, activating the Gang Qi within his body, his sharp sword spinning to cut, ready to tear open Song Wu’s heart and lungs.

Song Wu, however, was decisive, directly striking the sword with his palm, breaking it in half.

"Kill him!"

At this moment, the head of the Arhat Hall, who had just been severely injured by Song Wu’s palm strike, charged forward to join the middle-aged monk in besieging Song Wu.

"Third Brother!"

Song Ying roared in anger, about to step forward to help, but was desperately blocked by a True Qi Cultivation martial monk from the Arhat Hall.

"Hah!!!"

With reinforcements blocked and trapped in danger, Song Wu felt no fear, shouting angrily as he urged his Gang Qi again, his palm striking out like a furious dragon, engaging in combat without defense, exchanging life for life.

Upon witnessing this, the head of Arhat Hall and the middle-aged monk hesitated, fear rising in their hearts, their movements stalling. A moment of hesitation led to a life-and-death difference, and Song Wu’s powerful palm struck the middle-aged monk’s chest, shattering his heart directly.

However, Song Wu was also struck by the opponent’s sword, its bloodstained blade piercing through his body.

Seizing this opportunity, the head of Arhat Hall moved forward, delivering a powerful palm strike to Song Wu’s chest.

"Puh!!!"

Blood spurted from Song Wu’s mouth, yet he paid no heed, standing firm and delivering a heavy palm strike to the head of Arhat Hall’s crown.

"Bang!!!"

The palm descended upon the crown, bones shattered instantly, and red and white matter sprayed, splattering Song Wu’s face and body.

After such a strike, Song Wu, exhausted, staggered back, eventually collapsing.

"Third Brother!"

"Third Uncle!"

Song Ying roared angrily, his steel blade cutting down a high monk from the Arhat Hall, as Song Jian and several Song Clan warriors charged in, drenched in blood.

The battle reached its conclusion, losing both Gang Qi Grandmasters, the head of Arhat Hall and the middle-aged monk, leaving the remaining True Qi Masters and Red Lotus Monk Soldiers unable to hold, crushed by the furious Song Jian leading the Yellow Turban Warriors, causing them to fall apart.

Finally...

"I surrender, I surrender!"

"Spare me, spare me!"

Unable to hold on, a martial monk hurriedly kneeled, pleading for surrender, but the enraged Song Jian swung his blade, seemingly about to kill him, but stopped forcibly, the blood-stained blade resting against the monk’s face, leaving a shallow mark.

Seeing the close blade and the red-eyed Song Jian behind him, the martial monk trembled, completely collapsed on the ground.

Song Jian ignored him, forcibly suppressed his killing intent, then stirred his True Qi: "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The resounding voice settled the battle decisively.

At the Red Lotus Temple, Arhat Hall, hundreds of martial monks were dead or wounded, the rest kneeling, pleading for surrender.

The martial monks were thus, the scholar monks even more so, collapsing on the ground, controlled by the strongmen.

The battle in the Mortal World thus came to an end.

Looking again at the Red Lotus Ancient Temple, it was still engulfed in flames, heat forcing outward.

Clearly, the divine battle in the Underworld hadn’t yet reached a conclusion.

Seeing this, the monks of Red Lotus felt despair yet hope, with several old monks kneeling and crying out.

"Buddha, open your eyes and see!"

"You vile fiends will surely face retribution."

"Venerable, Venerable!"

"Patriarch..."

Several old monks wept loudly, some even cursed vehemently.

However, Li Mubai paid them no heed nor stopped them, allowing their cries.

Meanwhile, within the Underworld.

"Boom!!!"

The Red Lotus Buddha Prison, burning the heavens and refining the earth, with Venerable Red Lotus sitting at the center, his Divine Power already half-consumed.

With Divine Power greatly depleted, the Buddha Prison was hard to sustain, forcing him to use Yin Spirit to fill the gap, with Red Lotus Monk Soldiers burning like fuel in the fire, maintaining the Red Lotus Buddha Fire and Buddha Prison.

Not only the monk soldiers, even the subordinate gods, the Divine Souls of high monks from Red Lotus Temple throughout the ages, were consumed, sacrificing themselves for righteousness, maintaining the Buddha Prison.

Reaching this point, half of Red Lotus’s thousand-year foundation was already exhausted.

On the contrary, the other side’s Merit Golden Light still shone brightly.

It truly fulfilled the ancient saying, "True gold fears no fire!"

This made Venerable Red Lotus feel a hint of sadness and despair.

He initially thought that burning Red Lotus Buddha Prison with his thousand-year foundation would be sufficient to incinerate the opponent’s Merit Golden Body, but the opponent’s foundation was deeper, roots thicker, even considering his main battleground advantage, he couldn’t exhaust them.

How much merit had he accumulated?

Where had he accumulated such merit?

Countless questions and confusion.

In this moment...

"Boom!!!"

An explosion sounded, the Red Lotus shattered, the Buddha Prison opened.

"Punish evil and serve heaven!"

A command fell like a mountain, a sword followed like a dragon, carrying the Power of Righteous Law, striking the Red Lotus platform.

"Bang!!!"

Instantly, a loud explosion, the lotus platform shattered in midair, leaving only Red Lotus, standing stiffly in the void.

Red Lotus stood stiffly, lowering his head with difficulty, seeing an open hole in his chest, Buddha Fire burning inside, attempting to rise with Nirvana Power, but it was suppressed by the sharp sword light, along with the same red flames, not Buddha Fire, burning his divine body.

It was indeed...

"Power of Righteous Law?"

"Ah!!!"

A difficult utterance, filled with regret beyond words, then came a shrill wail, Karmic Fire surged within him, devouring his divine body, turning into ashes in midair.

Sixth Grade True God, Venerable Red Lotus—dead!

Though the divine beings fell, the Magic Realm didn’t collapse, still leaving behind some subordinate gods and monk soldiers.

But they were insignificant, barely making a ripple.

"Kill!!!"

A mighty cry for slaughter came, rushing into the Buddha Prison, with numerous Divine Generals leading the charge, white and black, oxen and horse, cuffs and chains, followed by squads of Golden Armor Divine Soldiers and Yellow Turban Warriors.

Though they hadn’t had much opportunity to shine, they now acted as the final straw, completely tipping the balance.

The remaining Red Lotus subordinate gods, the resisting Red Lotus monk soldiers, were overwhelmed by the onslaught, the Red Lotus Realm finally crumbling.

In the end, all returned to peace, the all-pervasive fire dissipated, Shen Hex stood silently, casting his gaze toward the Mortal World.