Chapter 63 Slaying the Demonic Monk!

With a single palm strike, ten thousand phantom images of Buddhas appeared, their light shining everywhere, their power enough to suppress even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

The golden Buddha's palm and the gray sword energy collided violently in mid-air!

"BOOM!!!"

This collision was far greater than any before.

At the center of the collision, space completely collapsed.

It formed a pitch-black void with a diameter of over a hundred feet, frantically devouring everything around it.

A terrifying shockwave swept out like a tsunami, tearing the ten-zhang-high black metal gate of Tianyin Temple into pieces as if it were made of paper.

Behind them, rows of dark gold palaces collapsed, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, obscuring the sun.

The stone steps, the plaza, the ancient trees in front of the mountain gate—everything was reduced to dust in the shockwave.

Even some monks from Tianyin Temple who were watching from afar were thrown back by the aftershocks, coughing up blood and their fates unknown.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

In the air, the two figures still stood suspended in mid-air.

Zhou Tian held the Immortal Execution Sword, his robes were torn, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained as sharp as knives.

And on the other side...

The demonic monk's purple robe was tattered and worn, and his black tattoos were dull and lifeless.

His face was ashen, and a deep, bone-revealing sword wound ran across his chest, from which blood gushed forth like a fountain.

Even more terrifying was that the hundred-foot-tall golden Buddha phantom behind him was now covered with fine cracks, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"You...you actually..."

The demonic monk stared intently at Zhou Tian, ​​his eyes filled with disbelief.

He's at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

Having cultivated for a thousand years, he possesses profound Buddhist knowledge and is further blessed by numerous secret techniques.

But that sword strike just now almost cleaved him in two?!

If he hadn't burned a century of his lifespan at the last moment to forcefully activate the Buddha's phantom to resist, he would probably be decapitated by now!

"It seems your Buddha... cannot protect you."

Zhou Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised the Zhuxian Sword once more.

On the sword, the hazy sword energy re-condensed, though it was a bit dimmer than before, but its all-consuming sharpness was even more solid.

"Benefactor...why must you be so ruthless?"

The demonic monk's voice was hoarse, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes:

"Lin Qingyu is in the temple. This humble monk can return her to you unharmed immediately."

"In addition, Tianyin Temple has accumulated over a thousand years, offering a wide selection of magical treasures, elixirs, and cultivation techniques."

"As long as you are willing to give up, everything... is negotiable."

He started to back down.

Faced with a monster who, despite being at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, nearly killed him with a single sword strike, neither dignity nor face mattered anymore.

Survival is the only thing that matters.

"discuss?"

Zhou Tian smiled.

That smile was cold, so cold that it chilled the demonic monk to the bone.

"From the moment you kidnapped my senior sister, there was no room for negotiation."

Zhou Tian slowly shook his head, and the sword energy on the Zhuxian Sword rose again:

"As for the accumulation of Tianyin Temple..."

He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"Kill you, destroy the temple, and all those things will be mine, won't they?"

After saying that, Zhou Tian stopped arguing.

He gripped the sword with both hands, pouring all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the Zhuxian Sword without reservation.

"This sword will send you to your death."

Zhou Tian whispered, and the hazy sword energy on the Zhuxian Sword suddenly receded.

It is not dissipation, but extreme compression.

The thousand-foot sword energy was compressed into a three-foot sword tip.

The sword's edge was as black as ink, no longer emitting any light, but the void around it began to silently vanish.

This is the ultimate demonstration of the "unbreakable" nature of the Zhuxian Sword!

The demonic monk's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The shadow of death has never been so clear.

"No! You can't kill me!"

The demonic monk roared hoarsely, all his previous composure and compassion gone:

"My Tianyin Temple is a legitimate branch of Buddhism! If you kill me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Buddhist sect!"

"When the Western Paradise unleashes its fury, your Tai Xuan Sword Sect will be utterly annihilated!"

He tried to threaten him with his background.

But Zhou Tian's response was only a single sword strike.

"laugh."

The three-foot-long black sword tip was gently thrust out.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying power.

It was just a simple stab.

But this thrust seemed to transcend the limitations of space.

The moment the sword was thrust out, it appeared three inches in front of the demonic monk's brow.

The demonic monk tried to dodge and block.

But he discovered that he couldn't move.

It wasn't that they were imprisoned by pressure, but rather that the surrounding space was completely "locked" by this sword.

The direction the sword points is where the rules are directed.

There is no way to avoid it, and no way to stop it.

"I...am not reconciled..."

The demonic monk opened his mouth, but the last three words were not uttered.

The black blade had gently touched his brow.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The demonic monk's body, starting from his brow, transformed into the finest dust, drifting away in the wind.

There was no blood, no screams.

Only that tattered purple robe drifted slowly down from the sky.

And a dark golden relic, with a tinkling sound, fell into the ruins.

The abbot of Tianyin Temple, a demonic monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Fallen.

Zhou Tian slowly sheathed the Immortal Execution Sword, his face as pale as paper, his body swaying as he nearly fell from the sky.

That last sword strike almost drained him of all his strength.

But he persevered and did not collapse.

Because the battle is not over yet.

Zhou Tian raised his head and looked into the depths of Tianyin Temple.

The Golden Eyes of Truth circulated, piercing through layers of palaces and halls, and saw the tallest Buddhist pagoda.