Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 514 Mr. Ren, save me!
As the Bitter Saint fell, the group passed through the dense forest and climbed up the rocks. In a short while, they arrived at a cliff platform.

Suddenly, I felt the wind was strong and the sky was high. It seemed that there were countless holes in the cliff, from which gusts of strong wind blew.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an stepped forward and made a gesture of pressing down with his prosthetic hand.

"null!"

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared, blocking the biting cold wind and diverting it to both sides.

Everyone heard the whistling air around them, yet felt no chill, and couldn't help but admire it.

Upon hearing the praise, Ding'an scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, then swung his hand around.

As dust rose slightly, the spherical gas shield stretched and deformed, its front end transforming into a streamlined, sharp angle. He strode ahead, the crowd following closely behind, marveling at the sight.

Zilu whispered in the Holy King's ear, "The Sword Emperor's 'Hidden Dragon' prosthetic arm is truly a rare and powerful weapon."

The Holy King nodded and sighed, "My ancestor, the Azure Dragon of the East, was renowned for his martial arts skills, but compared to the Three Fiends, he was still somewhat lacking."

Hongxiu's voice came: "Holy King, are you sure your ancestor's martial arts were comparable to Guan Yu's, and his skills were comparable to Zhuge Liang's?"

The Holy King was taken aback, then said awkwardly, "Comprehensive, well, comprehensive~"

The little beggar chuckled: "If he were truly the best in the world, how could he have had his Dao heart shattered and gone mad, even cursing his own descendants?"

The Holy King had nothing to say and could only cover his face and smile bitterly.

As the group entered the cave, Yan Hui, fearing danger, rushed ahead. Seeing this, Ding An withdrew his "Empty Shield" and let Yan Hui scout ahead.

Yan Hui took two steps, touched a stone door, and was overjoyed. He pushed it with all his might and shouted "Open!"
Boom~!

The stone door opened easily, and a gust of cold wind shot out from it.

The Holy King composed himself and led the way. The crowd followed closely behind, walking in single file for a hundred paces, when suddenly their eyes were drawn to something bright.

Before your eyes is a huge stone hall, hundreds of feet square, with countless pearls, each an inch in diameter, embedded in the four walls. The pearls have a soft and gentle luster, making the surroundings exceptionally bright.

Hongxiu walked to the wall, looked at the bright pearl, raised her eyebrows and said, "An Eastern pearl!"

Ding An nodded and said, "Yes, and their quality is quite good!"

Yan Hui asked, "Do you two seniors recognize this item?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "Eastern pearls are the finest of luminous pearls, priceless, and mostly royal tributes. This heroine has traveled to many countries and has only collected twelve. Here you have a hundred or so. Dongfang Canglong is certainly rich, if nothing else."

As they were talking, Ren Shaoyang walked into the center of the field and looked down. Under the cold white fluorescent light of the pearl, the stone slab was covered with characters that looked like ghost symbols.

The Holy King laughed and said, "This is the military formation method of my ancestor, the Azure Dragon, called the 'Heavenly Mystery Coiling Dragon Formation'!"

"The secrets of heaven are ever-changing, and the coiled dragon cannot be explained." Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "This formation is highly versatile and can withstand thousands of troops." He turned to look at the Holy King and smiled, "With this formation blocking the way, plus the internal strength of the four generals restraining it, it is indeed difficult for you to break through the acupoints by yourself."

The Holy King smiled slightly: "With the Three Fiends here, what is there to worry about?" Before he finished speaking, a loud noise was heard, and the stone gate behind him crashed down.

Zilu and Yan Hui were shocked to see this and exclaimed that they had caught a turtle in a jar.

Hongxiu and Ding'an shook their heads and shouted, "Don't sully yourselves!"

The Holy King was also taken aback for a moment, then frowned and glanced at the stone gate, only chuckling coldly twice: "Sword God Ren, it seems we've embarked on a path of no return."

To everyone's surprise, his few cold laughs caused two rows of people to appear.

The leading old man, with a beard reaching his chest and a cold expression, shouted: "Holy King, you are stubborn and self-willed. Not only have you defied the ancestral teachings, but you have also let wolves into the house, betraying your own people and causing the death of the Bitter Saint!"

He held a beam of green light in his hand and shouted fiercely, "If you dare to trespass into the 'Heavenly Mystery Dragon Formation' today, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the little beggar shouted.

"Hmm?" The old man looked at her, frowning. "Are you going to try and deny it?"

"What excuse?" Hongxiu was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and shouted angrily, "We didn't kill that self-mutilating old man! Ask Zilu and Yan Hui, they helped him out!"

Zilu and Yan Hui nodded and said, "Miss Hongxiu is right. The Holy King is magnanimous and spared the life of the Bitter Saint."

The old man sneered, "Woman's compassion!"

"Holy crap!" Ding An couldn't help but curse, looking at Hong Xiu, "He said both sides of the story."

Hongxiu nodded with a grin: "What a double standard."

At this moment, the Holy King smiled, his sleeves tucked behind his ear, and asked, "Are you the first of the Twelve Truths of the Origin of Truths—Death and Silence?"

Deathly silence, upon hearing his name revealed in a single sentence, changed its expression and coldly said, "Duanming, have you told you everything?"

The Holy King said, "Duanming and I have known each other since childhood and consider each other close friends."

"Hmph! Nonsense!" Deathly Silence roared. "Duanming is a cowardly and indecisive fellow, nothing more than a mediocre man. If he weren't a descendant of my four generals, how could you befriend him?"

The Holy King remained unfazed, raised his eyes, and said, "Since you already know, why ask such a redundant question?"

Deathly silence coldly said, "Very well, since you are a descendant of the Azure Dragon, you should know that trespassing into this cave will surely lead to your death. Today, I will gather the twelve gates of Zen to bury you here!"

"Bury?" The Holy King laughed, pointing his sword. "My fate is in my own hands, neither in the hands of Heaven nor in the hands of you."

Deathly Silence chuckled and stomped his foot: "Out of the coffin!"

Rumble!
Then they saw the surrounding stone walls rumbling, and the gap under the luminous pearl opened. Everyone looked around and saw that more than a dozen hanging coffins emerged from the cliff, and a sinister aura spread out.

Ren Shaoyang frowned and asked, "Is this the hanging coffin burial of the Baiyue people?"

The Holy King said softly, "Among the four generals under the Azure Dragon, General 'Ji' is from the Baiyue region, and therefore is proficient in the art of hanging coffins. As for the Twelve Gates Zen people, they use hanging coffins to express their will, and they have already put life and death aside."

As the two were speaking, suddenly the lids of twelve coffins were lifted, and twelve burly men wielding gilded halberds leaped out, landing swiftly in the arena. Seeing the twelve monks form their battle array, Deathly Silence immediately tossed the azure light in his hand into the sky, shouting: "Without cause in the universe, heavenly secrets are hard to find; I hold heaven and earth in my palm, I rule over gods and men!"

As he chanted the incantation, the turquoise orb slowly rose into the air and stopped at the dome. With a hum, the entire hall was bathed in a green hue.

"Eh~?"

"Um?!"

Hongxiu and Ding'an looked at each other in dismay and exclaimed, "Something's not right! Why are the weapons so much heavier?"

Ding An drew his eagle-blade, swung it a few times, and frowned, saying, "It seems to have suddenly become two or three times heavier!" He then rotated his prosthetic arm, adding, "My 'Hidden Dragon' is the same."

Hongxiu drew her twin swords, the Evil and the Demon, and swirled them into a ball of red and white light.

A moment later, the light and shadow dissipated, and the little beggar nodded and said, "Damn, it really has gained a lot of weight!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "thump".

The two turned to look and saw Yan Hui kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with large beads of sweat dripping from his head. He was clearly overwhelmed by the six swords he was carrying.

"Yan Hui, put down the sword!" Zilu stepped forward to help him take the sword down.

Yan Hui raised his hand to stop him, his voice trembling as he said, "No! My duty is to carry the sword; as long as the sword is there, I am there; if the sword dies, I die."

"But, but you'll be crushed!"

"It won't break me, I can hold on!"

"I can't hold on any longer!"

"Yes, yes!"

Listening to their conversation, the Holy King's face darkened, and he turned to look at the Twelve Truths.

Deathly silence said coldly, "Holy King, the Heavenly Mystery Dragon Formation is an extremely large magnetic field. Just now, I used the 'Heavenly Mystery Jade' to activate the formation. No matter what kind of divine weapon or weapon a person wields, they will all become scrap metal."

"Now that your servant has been subdued, if he cannot defeat us, he will surely be crushed to death by the sword he carries in three quarters of an hour!"

Before the Holy King could speak, Ren Shaoyang dragged his feet, took a couple of casual steps, put his hands on his hips, and laughed, "You mean, the pressure will only increase?"

The Holy King watched the white-robed man's movements thoughtfully.

Deathly silence pierced the air as he roared, "You outsider, why are you spouting so much nonsense?" Suddenly, he raised his hand, "Charge!"

The twelve Zen masters responded loudly, wielding gilded halberds, and came roaring in like a tornado.

The Holy King drew his sword to meet the attack, and as soon as the sword flashed, his expression darkened!
The "Datong Sword" in his hand suddenly became unusually heavy and sluggish. The sword moves that should have been as swift as lightning were now three points slower.

Just then, the Twelve Gates of Zen suddenly dispersed, their gilded halberds dancing in their palms, their shouts like thunder, sweeping in like a whirlwind.

Dangdangdang~!

The Holy King exchanged more than ten sword strikes with the enemy, but was suppressed and forced to retreat steadily!

These twelve Zen formations are exquisite, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, sometimes assembling and sometimes separating. When separated, they spread out for ten feet, and when gathered together, they are shoulder to shoulder. The formations are skillful and free, and the momentum is like layers of waves.

The Holy King was already hampered by the increasingly heavy Great Harmony Sword.

As the twelve monks attacked, a beam of green light suddenly shot from the "Heavenly Mystery Jade" floating in the sky. With this assistance, the twelve monks' strength immediately increased. They felt as if the gilded halberds in their hands were straw, and they swung them even more fiercely, their energy transforming into thousands of blades that slashed towards them.

With one side hampered and the other gaining wings, the Holy King, relying on the "Heavenless Sword," was struggling to hold on and was in dire straits.
Suddenly a long laugh was heard, and a person leaped over like a large bird, darting to the side of the Holy King.

It is the foremost of the twelve gates of Zen—Death Silence!
He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, which landed squarely on the Holy King's chest.

Caught off guard, the Holy King coughed up a mouthful of blood. Enraged, he swung his sword backhand and thrust it towards the chest of the Dead Silent One.

But the sword strike went awry, and the opponent vanished without a trace.

The Holy King reacted swiftly, drawing his sword in a circle, causing sword energy to scatter in all directions.

With a loud shout of "Good!", Si Ji stretched out his arm and went straight for the central palace, clamping the Holy King's wrist under his armpit, and suddenly punched him in the face with his left hand!

The Holy King's sword strike was blocked and could not advance even an inch, but he was not discouraged and countered with his left fist!
boom!
The two men's fists collided, creating countless ice flowers.

Dead silence widened its eyes: "Heavenly Frost Fist!"

The Holy King grinned maliciously, "And the Cloud-Dispelling Palm!" With a flick of his left hand, he unleashed another strike, carrying with it a cloud of dark energy!
Seeing the unpredictable trajectory of the incoming palm strike, Si Ji dared not slacken his efforts and instead blocked it with a punch.

Bang bang bang!
The two exchanged three more blows, each spitting blood and trembling violently.

The Holy King chuckled and said, "Dead Silence, your inner strength is not as good as that of the Bitter Saint!"

Deathly silence was accompanied by a sinister grin: "I'm not fighting alone!"

Before the words were finished, the twelve monks shouted "Protect the Zen!" and rushed towards the two with gilded halberds.

Seeing the overwhelming attacks from above and below, the Holy King was not afraid at all. Instead, he revealed a cold smile: "Do you think that I am also fighting alone?" Suddenly, his smile vanished, and he shouted, "Mr. Ren, save me!"

The next moment, under the deathly silence and horrified gaze, Ren Shaoyang, who had been standing still, sighed softly: "You're making me look like the Monkey King." Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he said, "That's it!"

hum!
A gentle breeze swept by, rustling against the stone wall.

The sound was sometimes like ten thousand snakes spitting their tongues, sometimes like a hundred ghosts whispering, and a mysterious aura permeated the surroundings.

Silent and the others were immediately shaken and felt a sense of disorientation.

All I could feel was darkness all around, and a cacophony of rustling sounds, like whispers in my ear, trying to lull me to sleep.

Whether it was due to extreme exhaustion or some other reason, their bodies felt as if they were carrying a thousand pounds, and for a moment they were in a daze, forgetting where they were.

(End of this chapter)