Chapter 50: This Sect Will Give You a Chance to Become a Buddha
Translato:r Krukist
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While Mu Yunfei and the others were shocked by Ye Feng's Demonic Transformation, they also looked at Wang Feng with admiration. Could it be that the Sect Master had known about Ye Feng's demonic cultivation all along and had thus confidently predicted his victory? Truly, as the leader of the Divine Immortal Sect, Wang Feng's insight was unparalleled.
If Wang Feng knew what Mu Yunfei and the others were thinking, he would have laughed. Even as a peak Profound Sovereign expert, he couldn't have seen through Ye Feng's true nature before the latter revealed it. In truth, Wang Feng had sensed an unusual power within Ye Feng, but he hadn't realized it came from a Demonic cultivation technique!
"Demons are the enemies of all! Ye Feng, as a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect, you knew the dangers of demonic cultivation, yet you chose to walk this path. This is an unforgivable sin!"
In the arena, Monk Wunian glared at Ye Feng, his voice booming with righteous fury. His body radiated a brilliant Buddhist light, and his aura grew even more imposing.
"Tsk tsk, what does it matter if I'm a demon? As long as I can grow stronger, I'd even become a devil! Do you know how many people I've killed, how many hearts I've devoured, just to master the Devouring Heaven and Earth Demon Art?"
"In this world, there's no such thing as good or evil. The weak deserve to die, and the strong make the rules!"
"And you, you'll be devoured by me. The top genius of the Formless Sect—how delicious you'll be! Once I refine you and that Purple Spirit Profound Flower, I might even break through to the **Profound Sovereign Realm**!"
Ye Feng laughed maniacally, his crimson eyes gleaming with cruelty. His deranged demeanor terrified even the disciples of the Flying Feather Sect, who had once idolized him. They now saw a side of him they had never imagined.
"You...!"
Monk Wunian was furious. He hadn't expected Ye Feng, a seemingly upright sect genius, to have committed such heinous acts in secret. Demons truly had no humanity.
"Tsk tsk, I've wasted enough time. But don't worry, a delicacy like you deserves to be savored slowly. But before that...!"
Ye Feng's figure blurred as he moved with lightning speed, appearing beside the four Flying Feather Sect disciples. Before they could react, he brought his palm down with terrifying force.
Boom!
"No!"
The disciples screamed in despair, but they were immobilized by Ye Feng's overwhelming pressure. In an instant, they were reduced to pulp, their lives extinguished.
They had never imagined that Ye Feng would turn on them.
"Ye Feng, you've gone mad!" Monk Wunian roared, his face pale with shock.
He hadn't expected Ye Feng to attack his own sect's disciples. Ye Feng's speed was so fast that Monk Wunian couldn't react in time. The demonic transformation had made Ye Feng terrifyingly powerful.
"Don't worry, it's not over yet..." Ye Feng sneered, his crimson eyes shifting to the Formless Sect disciples. The murderous intent in his gaze made them tremble and retreat in fear.
Boom!
Monk Wunian's expression changed. He unleashed his full power, his body enveloped in Buddhist light, as he stepped in front of his disciples like a guardian deity.
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"Sect Master, should we intervene?" Mu Yunfei, hidden in the distance, asked Wang Feng nervously.
Even Mu Yunfei, who was usually confident, felt uneasy facing the demonic Ye Feng. Monk Wunian, despite his strength, wouldn't be able to protect his disciples against Ye Feng.
"This is their trial. If they survive, they live. If not, they die. Not everyone is worthy of my intervention," Wang Feng replied coldly.
His words sent a chill through Mu Yunfei and the others. They realized they still didn't fully understand their Sect Master. His temperament was unpredictable—sometimes kind and benevolent, other times cold and ruthless.
"Tsk tsk, do you really think you can stop me now? Do you think I've been practicing this demonic art for nothing?" Ye Feng sneered at Monk Wunian.
Buzz!
Ye Feng's figure split into multiple afterimages, making it impossible for Monk Wunian to determine his real position. While Monk Wunian hesitated, agonized screams erupted behind him. He turned to see the Formless Sect disciples with gaping holes in their chests, their blood staining their robes. Ye Feng stood among them, holding their still-beating hearts, savoring them with a twisted smile.
The sight made even Wang Feng frown. Ling Feiwu and Li Tianxin, the two female disciples, hid behind Wang Feng, too frightened to look.
"May the Buddha have mercy!"
Monk Wunian clasped his hands together and bowed to his fallen disciples. His aura surged, distorting the space around him. Even a benevolent Buddha could feel rage, and Monk Wunian was furious.
Boom!
Monk Wunian's body was covered in intricate Buddhist patterns, and a majestic Buddhist aura erupted from him, shaking the heavens and earth. Behind him, a massive golden Buddha figure materialized, illuminating the dark sky.
"The Wrath of Buddha—Life and Death in the Palm!"
Monk Wunian roared, channeling all his power into the colossal Buddha figure. The Buddha's hand stretched out, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy. A gigantic palm print materialized, blotting out the sky.
The pressure from the palm print was immense, distorting the very fabric of space. Monk Wunian's attack was comparable to a late-stage Sovereign Realm expert, but it still wasn't enough to defeat Ye Feng.
Boom!
The massive palm print descended, as if the heavens themselves were crushing down on Ye Feng.
Facing this overwhelming attack, Ye Feng's crimson eyes flashed with disdain. He raised his hand, and the demonic patterns on his palm writhed like living creatures. With each twist, the power in his palm grew more terrifying.
Boom!
As the colossal palm print was about to crush him, Ye Feng struck back with his own palm.
The two forces collided, creating a shockwave that obliterated everything within a three-hundred-meter radius. The ground was reduced to rubble, and the shockwave rippled outward, alerting even the distant participants of the Demon Sealing Conference.
In a valley ten thousand miles away, Crown Prince Yu Fei of the Radiant Sun Empire and several disciples from major sects were resting when they felt the tremors.
"Your Highness, such a powerful energy fluctuation—should we investigate?" one of the disciples asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Let's go," Crown Prince Yu Fei nodded, and the group took to the skies, heading toward the source of the disturbance.
Similar scenes played out across the Demon Sealing Grounds as countless figures rushed toward the epicenter of the battle.
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"Cough... cough!"
Monk Wunian lay in a deep crater, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Ye Feng with despair as the latter approached.
In their earlier clash, even with his full power, Monk Wunian had been no match for Ye Feng. The demonic palm strike had not only shattered his attack but also left him severely injured.
For the first time in his life, Monk Wunian felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He couldn't avenge his fallen disciples, and the image of their tragic deaths haunted him.
"I told you, you're no match for me. I've been hiding this demonic power for so long, and you've forced me to reveal it. You should be proud."
"To show my respect, I'll savor your heart slowly. Don't worry, it won't hurt—much." Ye Feng's voice was cold and mocking as he approached Monk Wunian.
"Evil will never triumph over good. Even if I don't live to see it, your downfall is inevitable. I only regret that I couldn't kill you myself!" Monk Wunian spat, his eyes blazing with hatred.
"If you want to kill him yourself, I can give you that chance. But after you kill him, you'll have to come with me. I can offer you the path to Buddhahood, and this will be the only time in your life you'll feel powerless."
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