Chapter 134: The Evil Buddha

In the center of the martial arena.

After consuming the Rage Ape Divine Pill, Mo Yingyue drew his battle sword.

"Clearly, this will be a final assessment worthy of being recorded in the annals of history."

Mo Yingyue cradled a Maitreya Buddha statue in one hand and gripped his sword in the other, a faint smile on his face. At this moment, he felt as if he were a rampaging divine ape, every fiber of his being surging with violent power.

"Boom!"

Six black shadows suddenly erupted from Xiahou Liang, the prince of the Cangxue Sacred Kingdom, and hovered around him.

The crowd hurriedly focused their gaze, only to see six pitch-black gates, each wreathed in wisps of deathly black smoke.

"The legendary Six Demon Gates!"

Cries of alarm erupted from all sides.

As the six demon gates appeared, the onlookers felt their scalps prickle, and their blood seemed to congeal within their veins. They were gripped by a bizarre sensation that these six gates were connected directly to the depths of hell.

"The Six Demon Gates... they look truly sinister."

Donggong Qianxue and Murong Lan both changed color, their hearts fluttering with uncontrollable trepidation.

"Let us begin!"

Murong Lan was decisive. With a soft cry, a brilliant silver radiance emanated from her hands as she gripped a large silver bow. She herself began to shine with that same silver light, appearing incredibly sacred. Being of the Spirit Race, their archery was renowned throughout the world.

"Screech—"

With a clear cry, Donggong Qianxue’s body transformed directly into a massive, seven-colored divine phoenix. Ten thousand rays of seven-colored light erupted, nearly blinding those who watched. Her colossal phoenix form soared high into the sky, hovering above and looking down with an aura of immense majesty.

"Heavens, the princess of the Chunqiu Sacred Kingdom is truly a divine phoenix!"

A wave of exclamation swept across the arena. The crowd stared up at the seven-colored phoenix in the sky, with many feeling an urge to bow in worship.

By now, the four top youths from the four regions of the Yinxue Realm had all entered combat mode.

Mo Yingyue stood ten meters tall, one hand holding a battle sword, the other cradling the Maitreya Buddha.

Xiahou Liang had the six demon gates hovering around him, and he, too, gripped a broad battle sword in his hand.

Murong Lan held her silver bow, and a silver feathered arrow slowly manifested upon the string.

Donggong Qianxue had transformed into a seven-colored divine phoenix—noble, sacred, and powerful.

The arena, filled with a million people, suddenly fell silent; not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Everyone watched with burning eyes, their faces filled with anticipation.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a wild laugh erupted from the Maitreya Buddha in Mo Yingyue’s hand. The laughter was incredibly harsh—it was clearly an evil laugh.

The crowd around the arena felt stunned and deeply unsettled by the sound.

The next moment, "Boom!"

The Maitreya Buddha in Mo Yingyue’s hand suddenly exploded, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted upward. In the blink of an eye, the smoke coalesced above Donggong Qianxue’s head into a hundred-meter-tall phantom of a giant Maitreya Buddha. It felt as if an ancient, eternal Buddha had descended, casting an invisible pressure upon everyone in the arena.

"Hahahaha...!"

The phantom laughed wildly above Donggong Qianxue. The sound was like a tolling bell, still harsh and discordant. But to Donggong Qianxue, the laughter was not merely unpleasant; she clearly sensed a mysterious, demonic power contained within it. As the laughter penetrated her body, it formed a strange, swelling force that threatened to tear her apart from within.

"Dammit, this Maitreya Buddha is truly evil!"

Donggong Qianxue looked up at the massive phantom above her, her heart churning with turbulent waves. Only now did she truly grasp the terror of this statue: it was not the laughter itself, but the demonic power hidden within.

"Whoosh..."

Her massive seven-colored phoenix form surged upward, striking fiercely at the giant phantom.

"Boom!"

The phantom shattered and dissipated. But in the very next instant, it coalesced once more.

"Hahahaha...!"

The wild laughter echoed from the statue’s mouth, as if mocking Donggong Qianxue.

"It cannot be destroyed?"

Donggong Qianxue’s chest heaved, her thoughts racing: "This Maitreya Buddha is clearly linked to Mo Yingyue’s spirit. Only by slaying him can it be destroyed."

"Ha!"

From the spectator stands, Gu Shaobai couldn't help but laugh aloud. Mo Yingyue’s statue was truly brilliant; by laughing at Donggong Qianxue like this, no matter how strong she was, she wouldn't be able to hold out for long!

"Donggong Qianxue, you are truly laughable. You think you can destroy my Maitreya Buddha? Dream on!" Mo Yingyue roared with disdain.

"Princess Qianxue, how do you feel?" Murong Lan asked, her brow furrowed in concern as she realized the predicament.

"I am fine, I can still endure," Donggong Qianxue retorted coldly. "We must take Mo Yingyue down as quickly as possible!"

"Agreed!"

Murong Lan replied, pulling her silver bow to a full moon in an instant.

"Shh—"

A silver feathered arrow, like a silver meteor, streaked across the sky and shot toward Mo Yingyue at incredible speed. One could see that even space itself was compressed into visible ripples by the pressure radiating from the arrow.

"Sizzle..."

The crowd changed color, gasping as they felt the chill. The archery of the Spirit Race was truly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow reached Mo Yingyue. He felt as if an invisible hand of death had gripped his heart, bringing with it the scent of death.

"Roar!"

He let out a beast-like howl. Because his body had swollen to ten meters in height, the sound was as massive as a great bell, shaking the hearts of all who heard it. He swung his battle sword, desperately blocking the silver arrow.

"Clang!"

Amidst the sharp, ear-piercing collision, Mo Yingyue felt his sword-arm go numb. A terrifying impact force caused his ten-meter-tall frame to stagger backward, while his chest throbbed with pain as if it were being torn apart. One could imagine the sheer power behind Murong Lan’s arrow.

"Hahahaha...!"

The giant phantom above Donggong Qianxue continued to laugh wildly, making the crowd’s scalps prickle and driving them to the brink of madness. The strange, evil power within Donggong Qianxue’s body continued to swell. Mo Yingyue’s statue was truly sinister to the extreme—it was clearly an evil Buddha.

"Screech—"

Donggong Qianxue let out a piercing cry. Her massive form dove from the high sky, unleashing a torrential sea of flames that instantly engulfed Mo Yingyue and Xiahou Liang.

And that was not all...

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...*

Endless seven-colored phoenix feathers erupted from her wings, raining down into the sea of fire.

The flames soon dissipated.

Mo Yingyue stood there, dazed, his ten-meter frame bleeding from multiple wounds, looking quite wretched.

However, Xiahou Liang was nowhere to be seen. Only the six demon gates remained, hovering silently in the air.