Chapter 2064 Firmament Sword Sea

Chapter 2064: Firmament Sword Sea Chapter 2064: Firmament Sword Sea Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The incomparably fierce World Shattering Spear reached the massive golden palm in an instant.

A powerful crushing force erupted from its core.

The golden palm, already riddled with cracks, completely shattered at that moment.

Golden shards dispersed instantly, transforming into spiritual energy that filled the sky.

“Yellow-robed Buddha, it seems your Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm isn’t all that impressive.” Elder Juntenen, holding the Boundless Sword, smiled at the yellow-robed monk.

“Noisy!” The yellow-robed monk snorted coldly and struck toward Elder Juntenen.

“Do you really think I have no temper?” “Firmament Sword Sea!” Seeing the monk’s utter disregard, Elder Juntenen’s smile vanished.

He tapped the gourd at his waist, releasing a sword that shot into the air.

Above the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, countless translucent longswords materialized, blotting out the sky.

Braydon Neal, seated on the ground, gazed up in awe at the sea of swords above.

As expected of Elder Juntenen.

Even a regular tenth level would be gravely injured by this move.

“It’s finally done.” Braydon suddenly felt the banished immortal Dharma power in his body reach 90,000, and a smile broke across his face.

His aura surged, climbing to a critical threshold.

“Break!” In a flash, Braydon’s aura shifted.

He had ascended from the immortal great celestial realm to the peak of the immortal path!

“Yellow-robed bald donkey, can you withstand this move of mine?” High in the sky, Elder Juntenen stood before the sea of swords, facing the yellow-robed monk.

“Heh, there’s only one way to find out.” The yellow-robed monk sneered, his body glowing with dazzling golden light as he transformed into a towering golden figure.

He could sense that Elder Juntenen’s vast sword sea had locked onto him, making evasion impossible.

“The Eternal Golden Body of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple?” “Rumored to be one of the world’s strongest defensive techniques.

I’d like to see it for myself.” Elder Juntenen waved his hand, and the sea of swords rained down, charging at the yellow-robed monk.

The monk’s golden aura radiated an unchanging, eternal presence.

“Eternal Golden Body, Eternal Indestructibility!” Roaring, the yellow-robed monk confronted the incoming torrent of sword Qi head-on.

The translucent swords clashed against his golden figure, ringing like chimes.

A savage grin spread across the monk’s face.

“Is that all?” “It seems you’ve spent all these years perfecting your hiding skills instead of your attacks.” Elder Juntenen, unfazed by the taunt, smiled enigmatically.

“Firmament Sword Sea, Myriad Swords as One!” At his command, the scattered swords converged into an immense, ethereal blade.

Even from a distance, merely gazing at the sword caused eyes to bleed.

On the ground, Fedele Licata watched with longing, his heart resolute.

He began to comprehend the tenth level’s great path.

Today, at the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, he would either transcend the tribulation and ascend to the tenth level or die trying.

A potent sword intent surged forth, locking onto the yellow-robed monk, who tensed as danger enveloped him.

“Indestructible Golden Body!” Choosing caution, the monk activated another formidable technique of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

A golden Buddha’s phantom enveloped him, exuding unshakable might.

“Go!” At Elder Juntenen’s command, the colossal sword charged at the monk.

The golden Buddha’s phantom resisted but was cleaved through effortlessly.

The yellow-robed monk’s expression changed drastically.

With a sharp clap of his hands, the phantom Buddha clamped down on the blade.

The massive golden hands gripped the sword, their force unleashing winds that tore trees from the ground.

But the sword advanced undeterred.

One meter, half a meter, thirty centimeters… It halted just one centimeter from the monk’s chest.

“So much for your Myriad Swords as One.” “Is that so?” Elder Juntenen’s words were followed by an explosion of power from the translucent sword.

The overwhelming sword intent engulfed the yellow-robed monk, obliterating the colossal Buddha phantom in an instant.

Elder Juntenen didn’t lower his guard.

A tenth level opponent wouldn’t fall so easily.

When the storm of sword Qi subsided, the monk’s battered body came into view, covered in scars.

Golden blood streamed from his wounds, including a chest injury so deep that his beating heart was visible.

Bloodied but defiant, the yellow-robed monk turned toward Herve Jervis.

“Herve, it’s time.” “If we drag this out, it will only weaken our position.” “Benaiah Strunk, that old bastard, is still down there!” Benaiah responded, “Who are you calling an old bastard, you two relics?” Herve’s expression turned grim.

The monk in yellow was right—the battlefield was overrun with adversaries, and they were outnumbered.

“Wake them.

Today, no one from the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain will be spared.” At Herve’s command, Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen tensed.

Even Benaiah, gripping the World Shattering Spear, looked serious.

The pair intended to awaken the slumbering elders of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain—seven tenth level cultivators who had been in stasis to prolong their lifespans.

Summoning them meant those elders would soon face their tribulations and likely perish, but the desperate situation left no other choice.

Herve crushed a golden bead in his palm.

The battlefield fell silent.

Scipio, Elder Juntenen, and Benaiah braced for the arrival of the seven ancient powerhouses.

From the depths of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, seven immense energy signatures erupted.

“Herve, what is happening?”

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