204: Come, let’s have fun together!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Yuchen had already appeared in the clouds above the cave where Xuanzang was located.

In the clouds, Lu Yuchen was bored.

Like a voyeur, he sat cross-legged, his hand gestures changing.

"Depart."

A humanoid phantom slowly detached from Lu Yuchen's body.

"Here I come."

The phantom, like a ghost, possessed Xuanzang's unremarkable stone sculpture.

The perspective from the stone sculpture was quite unique.

Directly facing it was his cheap Disciple, Xuanzang.

The young monk was currently sitting cross-legged, with a solemn and dignified appearance, his Purple Mansion Ninth Level cultivation having reached its Peak, only a thin sheet of paper away from the Golden Core Dao.

At this moment, he was covered in wounds.

It was just that outside the cave, it was a bit noisy.

"Xuanzang, you have disappointed this Seat too much."

An old voice, tinged with a few hints of heartbreak, came from outside the cave, causingbroken stones to fall rustlingly.

The newcomer's aura was powerful; he was a Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint of Little Thunderclap Temple.

"Back then, when you first entered my Little Thunderclap Temple, this old man saw your deep Buddhist nature and even gave you some pointers. But I never thought you would walk down this crooked path!"

"Establishing your own sect, calling it 'Great Thunderclap Temple,' and spreading your fallacies and heresies everywhere, bewitching people!"

"Furthermore, you colluded with Demonic Path forces like Burning Heaven, and turned around to attack the orthodox Buddhist sect!"

"Do you admit your guilt?!"

A furious roar, full of Killing Intent.

Inside the cave, Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear, clean, free of Impurities, revealing a sense of indifference that saw through worldly affairs.

He stood up and performed a Buddhist salute to the terrifyingly oppressive figure outside the cave.

"Disciple Xuanzang greets Junior Martial Uncle Pudu."

"However, Disciple does not understand, what is orthodoxy? What is a crooked path?"

Xuanzang's voice entered the ears of that Martial Saint.

"Today's Little Thunderclap Temple is no longer the Buddhist Holy Land of yesteryear; it is merely a place that harbors filth and deceives the world for fame."

"The high-ranking members of the temple, named Buddhas, engage in disgraceful acts; how are they different from the Demonic Path?"

"The 'Great Thunderclap Temple' established by this Disciple is the hope for restoring the glory of our Buddha and delivering all living beings!"

"Presumptuous!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu was enraged!

"Stubborn and unrepentant! Today, this old man shall cleanse the sect on behalf of the Buddha!"

As soon as his voice fell, his figure shot out, appearing like lightning at the mouth of the cave, a withered hand, carrying the might of overturning rivers and seas, struck towards Xuanzang.

Even at such a critical moment, Lu Yuchen did not move.

He wanted to see how his "Buddhist Disciple" would react when faced with such a desperate situation.

Xuanzang took a deep breath.

He knew that he was no match for a Martial Saint.

But, so what?

"Great Strength Heavenly Dragon!"

Xuanzang let out a low roar, his Purple Mansion Ninth Level Peak magical power erupted, and a phantom of an angry Vajra appeared behind him, the Dragon shadow met the palm wind!

Boom!

The two attacks clashed.

Xuanzang's figure, as if directly struck by a mammoth, flew backward, crashing heavily against the stone wall of the cave.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and the blood from the corner of his mouth was already dripping to the ground.

"A mere speck of light, yet it dares to shine?"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu sneered disdainfully and closed in again.

"You're truly seeking death! I'll send you to see the Buddha to repent!"

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Xuanzang's face.

"I'm afraid it's not me who should repent, but you!"

He directly abandoned all defenses, allowing the attack to fall.

At the same time, the magical power within his body reversed wildly.

Rumble—!

Above the Nine Heavens, the wind and clouds changed color!

Large swathes of dark clouds gathered from all directions, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Deep within the clouds, countless thick, Dragon-like purple electric snakes frantically weaved and roared, and that world-destroying pressure instantly enveloped an area of a thousand miles.

"This... what is this?!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu's movements suddenly stiffened, and confusion and terror appeared on his wrinkled old face.

He had lived for thousands of years, and this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon!

What was going on?!

Martial Artists cultivate only for themselves; when had there ever been such a situation that required the activation of the power of heaven and earth?!

"What is this! What have you done!"

"Undergoing Tribulation, haven't you seen it before? This time, I'll let you experience it too."

"Madman! Monster!"

The Martial Saint gave up his attack and used his movement technique, wanting to retreat from the range of the Lightning Tribulation.

"Trying to run?"

Xuanzang grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth stained red with blood, a truly chilling sight.

"Too late!"

He urged his magical power underfoot, directly transforming into a golden light, like a dog-skin plaster, sticking tightly to him!

"Get lost!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu was greatly alarmed and was about to pull back.

But, he was fast, Xuanzang was even faster!

At the same time!

The tribulation clouds above the Nine Heavens seemed to have also sensed an "anomaly" that should not exist below.

That already terrifying pressure instantly surged wildly again!

The range of the tribulation clouds expanded several times over!

"Boom!"

A thick, water-bucket-sized purple Lightning Dragon tore through the pitch-black night, descending with world-destroying might.

Venerable Preceptor Pudu could no longer bother with Xuanzang; he could only unleash all his life's cultivation, confronting the Lightning Dragon.

Boom!

Venerable Preceptor Pudu's figure trembled violently, being forcibly pushed back a hundred meters by this Lightning Tribulation.

His luxurious kasaya was even torn by the electric arcs, becoming tattered and extremely disheveled!

"This... what kind of lightning is this?!" He said, losing color in disbelief.

"Junior Martial Uncle, how does it feel?"

Xuanzang's voice was full of mockery.

"This is just an appetizer."

"Little beast! This old man will fight you to the death!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu was completely enraged!

He knew that he had been locked onto by this Heavenly Tribulation and had nowhere to escape!

His only way out was to tear this damned young monk into ten thousand pieces before the Heavenly Tribulation struck him dead!

He no longer held back, the Internal Energy of a Martial Saint made the surrounding space ripple, and enduring the sky full of lightning, he frantically attacked Xuanzang!

Seeing this, Xuanzang also displayed the Great Might Heavenly Dragon Art to its extreme, engaging Venerable Preceptor Pudu in a fierce battle!

He couldn't win, but he could stall!

The two of them, amidst the lightning and electric snakes, began a thrilling struggle!

To be precise, it was one chasing and one fleeing.

For a time, the earth shook and the mountains swayed!

The more Venerable Preceptor Pudu fought, the more alarmed he became, and the more aggrieved he felt!

He discovered that his attacks, whenever they were about to land on Xuanzang, would be silently dissolved by an invisible force!

From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the golden-glowing stone sculpture that had appeared beside Xuanzang at some unknown point.

It was it!

It was behind this mischief!

"Break for this old man!"

Venerable Preceptor Pudu seized an opportunity, abandoned Xuanzang, and slammed a palm heavily towards the stone sculpture!

However.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound!

Venerable Preceptor Pudu's full-strength blow, enough to shatter a mountain Peak, landed on the stone sculpture, yet it couldn't even leave a white mark!

Venerable Preceptor Pudu: "???"

He looked at the unharmed stone sculpture, then at his faintly aching palm, his mind a blank.

Xuanzang was also ecstatic!

He knew that this must be Revered Master Fahai, helping him in secret.

"Senior! Let's Undergo Tribulation together!"

He let out another strange cry, like a madman, clinging tightly to him!