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Faced with this seemingly perfect combined attack, Yi Huawei finally made his move.

He moved very little. He simply took a half step forward with his left foot, raised his right hand, and brought his index and middle fingers together, making a gesture that resembled neither a sword nor a finger, and gently pointed it towards the empty space directly in front of him.

This is utterly devoid of any human touch, as if it were done casually.

however--

"Om-!"

A strange, soft sound, as if space itself had been struck, rang out!
Master Liaokong's magnificent and righteous "Great Brahma Pure Sound" seemed to have crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, and came to an abrupt stop! Not only did it fail to shake Yi Huawei in the slightest, but the sound waves also rebounded, causing his blood and qi to surge again, and his face turned pale!
Master Jiaxiang's "Extinction Finger," imbued with the Zen essence of "desolation" and capable of stagnating the flow of true energy in experts, seemed to have entered a viscous yet empty quagmire when it was still three feet away from Yi Huawei's body. The finger force, capable of extinguishing all life, vanished without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea! Furthermore, an overwhelming yet balanced and peaceful rebounding force surged upwards along the finger, causing Yi Huawei's finger bones to feel as if they were about to crack. He let out a muffled groan and retreated three steps!

The bamboo staff phantoms that had enveloped Master Daoxin were, with Yi Huawei's seemingly casual touch, as if struck precisely at the core of the staff by an invisible blade! With a crisp "clang," his bamboo staff, imbued with decades of internal energy and as tough as iron, was bent into a breathtaking arc by an invisible finger force, almost flying out of his hand! Master Daoxin's expression changed in horror, and he used the force to retreat, dissipating that strange and unpredictable force.

Emperor Heart Venerable's fierce and unparalleled "Mingwang Subduing Demon Fist," capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks, dissipated by more than half when it touched three feet in front of Yi Huawei. The remaining force seemed to strike a wisp of ethereal yet layered clouds, receiving no impact whatsoever! Meanwhile, the two fingers that Yi Huawei had pointed out had somehow appeared in the path of his fist, their tips containing a sharp sword intent that could "break through all laws," lightly touching Yi Huawei's fist before withdrawing.

"laugh!"

Emperor Heart Venerable's fist was torn open, blood splattering everywhere. A sharp and incomparable sword energy surged upwards along the meridians of his arm. He roared and used all his strength to barely force the sword energy out. His entire right arm was sore, numb, and powerless, and was temporarily useless!

When the Master of Wisdom's formless and intangible mental attack approached Yi Huawei, it was as if it had been thrown into a vast and profound starry sky. Not only did it fail to cause any ripples, but it also gave him a feeling of being embraced, absorbed, and even having his own wisdom reflected by that starry sky. This caused him to be greatly shocked and almost be devoured by his own mental power. He quickly restrained his mind and dared not release it easily again.

As for the four Vajra Guardians roaming the perimeter, they couldn't even find a crack to intervene! They only saw Yi Huawei seemingly take half a step forward, point a finger, and then the four senior uncles (elders) either retreated or were injured. Senior Uncle Liao Kong's chanting was broken, and the entire flawless combined attack formation instantly collapsed!
In the blink of an eye, a single move!
With a single move, Yi Huawei barely moved half a step and pointed a finger, yet he shattered the combined attack of the nine Buddhist masters, who had been preparing for a long time! It was effortless and effortless!
A deathly silence reigned both on and below the city walls. Everyone's thoughts seemed to have frozen in that moment.

Yi Huawei slowly withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at the nine people whose faces were pale and whose breathing was unsteady. His voice remained calm:
"Is this all there is to Buddhist teachings?"

"If we have no other means, today will mark the beginning of the expulsion of Buddhism from China."

Although Yi Huawei’s tone was calm, it contained absolute confidence and indifference, which was despair-inducing.

The blood in Master Liaokong's chest was still churning. The reverberating chanting and Yi Huawei's effortless dismantling of their combined attack had made him acutely aware of the vast difference in their abilities. However, the words "expulsion" were like oil on a raging fire, instantly igniting the dignity and indomitable spirit that had been passed down through thousands of years of Buddhism!
"Amitabha--"

Master Liaokong's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, his eyes no longer clear and bright as usual, but instead filled with a resolute golden light, almost like that of Nirvana. He no longer tried to regulate his breathing, but instead unleashed all the remaining true energy in his body, along with his burning will to defend the orthodox tradition, without reservation!
"May all Buddhas be above, your disciple Liaokong, today I vow to burn this remaining body to protect my true Dharma!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised both palms upwards, unleashing his purest Zen energy as if offering a sacrifice. It transformed into a thick, pale golden pillar of energy that shot several feet upwards before pouring down like a canopy, enveloping himself, the four patriarchs Jiaxiang, Daoxin, Dixin, and Zhihui, as well as the four Vajra guardians on the periphery!

"Uncle Master!"

The Four Heavenly Kings exclaimed in surprise.

"Senior Brother Liaokong!"

The Fourth Patriarch was also greatly alarmed. They realized that Kong's actions were akin to using himself as a catalyst to forcibly activate a Buddhist secret formation—the "Vajra Subduing Demon Circle"—which was extremely taxing on one's own energy and could even damage one's foundation! This formation was not a fixed arrangement, but rather a technique for resonating and linking true energy and spirit. It could temporarily unify the power of several or even a dozen people, unleashing a power far exceeding that of simple superposition. However, the one who presided over the formation bore the greatest pressure and suffered the heaviest backlash!
Master Jiaxiang's withered face twitched violently, all traces of his "desolation" vanished, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes as he hissed:
"Very well! If I don't go to hell, who will? This old monk will give up this withered body and accompany you on this journey!"

Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a mudra. The "Dry Zen Profound Skill" true energy, cultivated within him for over sixty years, no longer remained dormant but surged forth like subterranean fire, bursting forth from his body. The true energy took on a strange grayish-white hue, carrying the essence of decay and returning to simplicity, and actively merged into the pale golden canopy of true energy in the sky. Miraculously, the two Buddhist true energies, so different in nature, began to merge. The grayish-white hue blended into the pale gold, making the canopy shine even brighter, yet its texture seemed to solidify slightly, with faint, ancient scripture shadows flowing within it.

Master Daoxin laughed heartily, his laughter tinged with a sense of desolation and exhilaration. He thrust his almost bent bamboo staff into the ground, his sleeves fluttering, and sat down cross-legged.

"I act according to fate. Today, this is the place where I will pass away, and that is a joyous occasion!"

The Zen practice he cultivated emphasized "karma" and "nature" the most. His true energy was peaceful and vast, like a spring breeze and rain, penetrating everywhere. At this moment, it was released without reservation and merged into the formation, giving the merged true energy a more inexhaustible and long-lasting quality.

The Emperor Heart Venerable roared, ignoring the blood and gore on his right fist and the damage to his meridians, and slammed his left fist heavily into his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood with golden light. His complexion instantly weakened, but his eyes burned as fiercely as a raging fire: "When the Wrath of the Bright King is felt, even jade and stone will perish!"

The "Mingwang Subduing Demon Technique" he cultivated was the most fierce and violent. At this moment, he did not hesitate to damage his own source and force out the purest subduing demon true energy. It was a reddish-gold power full of destruction and purification, like molten lava being injected, causing the entire true energy canopy to shake violently. The light turned into a blazing white-gold color, and the majestic and violent aura greatly increased!

The Master of Wisdom sighed, then sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed. A wisp of white mist rose from above his head—a manifestation of the materialization of his lifelong cultivation of the "Wisdom Contemplation" meditation technique. This power, formless and intangible, was the most crucial element. Like a precise hub and harmonizer, it instantly and forcefully regulated, integrated, and guided the vast, even conflicting, true energies of Liaokong, Jiaxiang, Daoxin, and Dixin. Preventing them from clashing, they instead began to converge madly in one direction—the direction of Venerable Dixin—under a mysterious balance!
Upon seeing this, the four guardian deities on the periphery did not hesitate any longer and shouted in unison, "Protect the Dharma!"

The four people stood in four directions, sitting cross-legged, pouring their powerful and fierce Vajra internal energy into the ground beneath their feet without reservation. Instead of directly merging into the central true energy, they formed a stable "base" to indirectly support and strengthen the fusion and output of the true energy of the five people in the center, while guarding against any interference from the outside.

In an instant, with the five people of Liaokong at the core and the four Vajras as the base, an unprecedented Buddhist formation was formed under the city of Luoyang!

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

The grand and solemn six-syllable mantra, seemingly from ancient times, was no longer chanted by Liaokong alone, but rather emanated from the spiritual resonance of nine people, flowing naturally from the white-gold canopy of true energy, resounding throughout the surrounding area.

The canopy shone brilliantly, upon which blurred images of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Vidyarajas swirled and rotated, radiating supreme majesty that suppressed evil spirits and purified heaven and earth. The air within a hundred feet radius seemed to freeze, the ground trembled slightly, and tiny pebbles floated slowly into the air against all reason.

On the city wall, Li Shimin and his entourage watched, their hearts trembling. They were both awestruck by the tragic grandeur and power of the Buddhist monks sacrificing themselves to protect their faith, and terrified by the soul-chilling power emanating from the center of the formation. Qu Tutong murmured, "This...this is truly something human could do?"

Even from a distance, the elite Xuanjia Tiance troops below the city felt short of breath, their warhorses neighing in terror, nearly losing control if not for their rigorous training. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes still filled with absolute trust in their leader, yet a trace of worry inevitably crept into their gaze.

At the core of the formation, Venerable Emperor Heart bore the greatest pressure. The essence of the lifelong cultivation of the four holy monks—Liaokong, Jiaxiang, Daoxin, and Zhihui—along with the partial assistance of the four Vajras, was now being frantically poured into his damaged meridians like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, through the spiritual harmonization of Master Zhihui and the strange effects of the formation!

His body visibly swelled, the veins beneath his skin bulging like writhing dragons, displaying an unnatural reddish-gold color, as if they might burst at any moment. The excruciating pain felt like being torn apart by a thousand knives, but he gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Yi Huawei, who remained standing motionless before him, transforming all his agony into boundless rage and a destructive will! "Demon—head—!!!"

The Emperor Heart Venerable let out a roar that was not human, a sound like thunder from the heavens, so loud it seemed to shatter the eardrums of those nearby. He suddenly stood up, his previously injured right fist now enveloped in a crimson-gold light, the injury seemingly temporarily suppressed. He no longer used his fist, but instead thrust both palms forward horizontally!
This push, though seemingly slow, seemed to propel the mountain forward!

"Boom——!!!"

The terrifying power, gathered from the lifelong cultivation of nine top Buddhist masters and catalyzed by a secret array, finally found an outlet! A white-gold beam of light, over ten feet in diameter, condensed to the point of being almost tangible, and so dazzling it was impossible to look directly at, erupted from between the palms of the Emperor Heart Venerable! At the core of the beam, the swastika symbol faintly rotated. Wherever it passed, the air was completely emptied and ionized, emitting piercing shrieks and thunderous explosions. The ground was plowed with the dissipated energy, leaving a scorched trench several feet deep and over two feet wide, shooting straight towards Yi Huawei, fifty paces away!

This strike transcends the realm of human martial arts, bordering on supernatural power! Its immense power and overwhelming momentum are enough to melt refined iron into molten liquid and level hills! This is the most brilliant and tragic ultimate strike that Buddhism can unleash when facing a life-or-death situation! It carries the resolute determination to perish together with its enemies!

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Li Shimin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms without him even realizing it. Liao Kong, Jia Xiang, and the others looked ashen-faced and were barely breathing, but they all stared wide-eyed at the end of the beam of light.

Faced with this devastating blow, Yi Huawei finally abandoned his composure, and for the first time, a serious look appeared in his eyes, but it was only a slight seriousness.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, still neither dodging nor preemptively interrupting. Instead, just as the beam of light was about to hit him, he slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing forward, making the simplest gesture—to block.

The simplest, most direct, and most domineering way—to directly confront the attack of this Buddhist formation that gathers the power of nine monks with one's bare hands!
"He's gone mad?!" someone on the city wall exclaimed in shock.

The next instant, the platinum beam of light struck Yi Huawei’s fair, slender, and unremarkable hand squarely!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, no flying blood and gore.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

The terrifying beam of light, powerful enough to destroy cities and fortresses, vanished the moment it touched Yi Huawei's palm, like a raging wave crashing against an ancient, unchanging reef, or like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Stop it abruptly!

All the light, all the energy, and all the destructive will were firmly held back by an absolute force that was invisible and intangible yet as vast as the starry sky and as profound as the void, just three inches in front of Yi Huawei's palm, and could not advance an inch!
Yi Huawei didn't even flinch with his hand or his sleeve. The ground beneath his feet was completely intact, a stark contrast to the scorched furrows carved out by the beam of light.

He stood there, one hand outstretched, his palm firmly pressing against the tip of the destructive beam of light. The scene was both bizarre and utterly shocking.

“Ugh…Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

Emperor Heart Venerable's eyes bulged out, and he spat out blood. With his last bit of strength, he frantically urged the power coming from the formation, trying to push the pillar of light forward another inch! Liao Kong, Jia Xiang, and the others also vomited blood at the same time, their faces as pale as paper, squeezing out all their remaining life force and injecting it into the formation.

The beam of light became even more dazzling, and the energy fluctuations were so violent that they distorted the surrounding scenery, emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if it were wailing and struggling.

However, Yi Huawei's hand remained as steady as a rock. The pillar of light not only failed to advance, but instead began to collapse inwards, centered on his palm!
It felt as if I was being swallowed, compressed, and absorbed by an invisible black hole!
Yi Huawei's body seemed to have transformed into the center of the universe, the destination of all laws. The immense energy that gathered from the life-risking attack of the nine great masters of Buddhism was, to him, merely a slightly thicker "qi".

The beam of light visibly thinned and shortened, and the violent Buddhist power, spiritual imprint, and destructive will contained within it were mercilessly stripped away, decomposed, transformed, and absorbed by the invisible force field generated from Yi Huawei's palm.

His moon-white robe billowed slightly, a natural reaction to the surge of blood and energy within his body. His expression remained calm, his eyes as deep as ever, and even... subtly, his aura seemed more refined and restrained, unfathomable.

"No...impossible..."

Emperor Heart Venerable's eyes were filled with endless despair and disbelief. He felt that his connection with the formation was rapidly weakening. The power that poured out not only failed to harm the enemy, but instead seemed to sink into the sea, becoming a tonic for the enemy!

Master Liaokong and the others also sensed this terrifying truth, their hearts turning ice-cold. They had burned everything, risked their lives for this attack, only to have it so easily…suppressed, even absorbed, by the opponent with a single hand?!
In just a few breaths, the once mighty, earth-shattering white-gold pillar of light had completely vanished from Yi Huawei's palm, as if it had never existed. Only the charred trench extending from the ground to his feet testified to the terror of that attack.

Yi Huawei slowly lowered his palm, gently clenched his fist, and then relaxed it, as if sensing something. He looked up and gazed ahead.

"Splash!" "Splash!"...

Several muffled thuds followed.

Emperor Heart Venerable was the first to succumb, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed backward, his breath as faint as a thread, his life force exhausted. Liao Kong, Jia Xiang, Dao Xin, and Zhi Hui, the four patriarchs, also collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, their inner strength depleted, their spirits withered, unable to even move a finger. The four Vajra Guardians on the periphery also groaned and fell to the ground, their inner strength backlash causing them serious injuries.

Nine top Buddhist masters joined forces and launched a desperate attack, only to meet such an end, easily suppressed by Yi Huawei with a single palm strike!
The autumn wind swept by, stirring up dust, passing over the monks lying haphazardly on the ground and the still-standing white-robed figure.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence, a hundred times greater than before, enveloped the city of Luoyang.

Yi Huawei's gaze swept over the nine monks lying on the ground, now incapacitated, then he looked up at Li Shimin, who stood pale and stiff on the city wall. His voice rang out calmly, yet it was more shocking than thunder:
"I have already experienced the methods of Buddhism."

"Li Shimin, Luoyang, will you surrender?" (End of Chapter)