Chapter 629 — Killing Intent Hard to Suppress
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Dharma King Molun then looked to the other Buddha-sons and smiled: "You are all heirs of the Buddhas; you should know that this time only life and death are at stake, not victory or defeat, and there is no need to haggle over the entanglements of Buddhist Dharma. Prince Sunlight, Prince Capricorn, Princess Palong, Prince Floating Cloud — do you all understand?
" The ones he named were the princes and princesses of the Buddha-lands the Heavenly Court had established within the Buddhist realm.
Buddha-lands stood in great numbers throughout the Buddhist realm, and many had already become the Heavenly Court's forces; and these princes and princesses were the outstanding leaders of the younger generation among them, not only cultivating under the Buddhas but also entering the Heavenly Court from time to time to cultivate loftier arts and secret techniques. The crowd assented one after another. Prince Sunlight smiled and said, "Senior brother Moonlight's abilities are no weaker than mine.
He will surely win handily. Your humble brother will stand here and watch the heads roll.
" Prince Moonlight stepped forward from the crowd, a bright moon at the back of his head — that was his sword aura and sword-light. Where the moonlight shone, moon radiance filled the sky and sword-light spread across the heavens — truly extraordinary!
Let alone in the lower realms, even among the heavens of the Buddhist realm such exquisite sword arts and sword mantras were rarely seen! Prince Moonlight looked at Shen Mu, his gaze flickering: "You ambushed me and nearly took my life.
Now that I am on guard, I will subdue the demon and eradicate the evil! " Behind his head the bright moon was like a wheel, and the sword-light rushed at Shen Mu like a great pillar of light with a resonant hum; at the same time rays of light shot out from that moon in every direction — all of them sword-light — and they actually turned in midair, clearly having been prepared in advance to cut off Shen Mu's retreat!
His swordsmanship was grand and imposing, a peerless art: moon radiance filling the sky, sword-light dancing through the heavens.
Compared with the Sunset Sword Art of Yuyuan's First Rain and Yuyuan's Emerging Clouds, it had far more refinement and Zen. Shen Mu's three eyes opened, and he pointed a finger.
His sword core hummed and quivered, and a thick pillar of sword-light burst from it — a pure Sword-Circling Style. Eight thousand flying swords flew circling around; though they used the same move, each sword's form was different! The sword pillar was three chi thick and eighteen zhang long.
With a sweeping slash, the moon radiance across the sky shattered! "If I do not go all out, you will think I truly cannot kill you!
" Shen Mu stepped forward; the Mystic Body Three Cores Art erupted, the Ancestral Dragon's Eight Tones rang out in eight strange notes, and his sword-finger thrust. The sword pillar surged through the bright moon behind Prince Moonlight's head; eight thousand swords whirled, and the moon shattered with a boom. The sword pillar pressed down — and Prince Moonlight was smashed to powder!
Monk Chenghuai was startled and drew in his head: "Lord Shen has killed again.
.
. This is bad. I truly do not know why Tathagata sent him.
This sort of thing, I cannot smooth over.
. .
" Shen Mu looked around, his gaze sweeping over several hundred Buddha-sons. He raised his hand to grip his sword core, and said calmly, "Once my killing intent rises, it is hard to restrain; demonic thoughts surge in my mind, and a heart for slaughter arises. Fellow Daoists, you may all come at once — subdue the demon in my heart, and perfect your merits! "