books44 Chapter 369: The First Person Under the Fantian Seal
Chapter 369: The First Person Under the Fantian Seal
When Maitreya saw this, his expression changed slightly, but then his sneer became even more intense. He swung the Broken Cloud Sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a dragon, meeting the Fantian Seal.
"Qiang——!!!"
The loud noise of the metal collision was deafening, like thunder in the sky, shaking the air around. The moment the Cloud Breaking Sword and the Heaven-shattering Seal came into contact, sparks flew everywhere.
The two powerful forces intertwined with each other, forming twisted space ripples that made people feel fearful.
Miroku gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his hands trembling slightly from excessive force, and his expression became even more solemn.
He could clearly feel that the pressure coming from the Fantian Seal was as heavy as a mountain, almost crushing his sword intent.
The difference in cultivation was fully reflected at this moment.
"Crack——!"
A subtle but clear shattering sound was heard, and under the tremendous pressure of the Fantian Seal, the sword body of the Poyun Sword was slowly pressed into an arc, as if it was about to reach its limit.
At this moment, Maitreya's face seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, so heavy that it was suffocating. His heart trembled violently, as if he had sensed the coming storm.
He knew very well that the gap between himself and Guangchengzi was not small at all.
The majesty and pressure emanating from the Fantian Seal were as heavy as a mountain, making him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression and almost unable to breathe.
"Humph, with the cultivation of a mere middle-stage Daluo Jinxian, you dare to think you can compete with me?"
Guangchengzi's voice contained a hint of contempt, as if everything was under his control.
Miroku gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear and unwillingness in his heart.
Suddenly, the Broken Cloud Sword flew out from Maitreya's hand, drew an arc in the air, and with a "bang", it fell heavily not far away, splashing up a cloud of dust.
"Hmph, you can't hold on any longer?" Guangchengzi's lips curled up in a sneer, his eyes full of mockery.
Maitreya did not answer, but just stared at the Fantian Seal that was getting closer and closer, groaning in his heart.
He knew that once the Fantian Seal fell, he would be doomed.
So, he hurriedly stretched out his hands and mobilized all his spiritual power, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength in his palms, trying to lift up the huge threat that was about to overwhelm him.
Miroku clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat dripped like rain, but he still persisted, his hands trembled slightly, but he never let go.
He knew that this was his only chance of survival.
Here, Guangchengzi walked to Juliusun's side, with a hint of concern in his tone:
"Junior brother, how are your injuries? Are you still holding on?"
Juliusun stood up, straightened his messy Taoist robe, bowed to Guangchengzi, and saluted:
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your help. I just took a healing pill and my injuries are no longer serious."
"Alas, I underestimated the enemy this time." Juliusun sighed, his tone full of regret, "I thought I could easily defeat Maitreya, but I didn't expect that he would take advantage of the opportunity to injure me. I am really ashamed."
Guang Chengzi heard this, his eyes were deep, he looked up at Maitreya who was struggling under the Fantian Seal, and a smile of playfulness and disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth:
“It’s not my fault, Junior Brother. Who would have thought that the Western disciples, who have always been poor, could actually come up with a decent spiritual treasure? It seems that we have underestimated them.”
Before he finished speaking, Guang Chengzi slowly walked to Maitreya, his eyes flashing with complex light. He leaned forward slightly, and his voice was filled with a hint of unquestionable majesty:
"Brother Maitreya, I will give you a chance."
"If you are willing to surrender now, and return to the west with your fellow apprentices, and no longer interfere in the dispute between Shang and Zhou, I will let you go."
"If not, I will smash you into pulp with my Fantian Seal."
Maitreya's face became more solemn when he heard this. At this moment, he also wanted to turn around and lead the Western disciples back the same way.
However, helping Da Shang was an order from my master. As his direct disciple, I would never go against his words even if I had to die.
He clenched his teeth, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and endured the tremendous pressure brought by the Fantian Seal. The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, as if it was going to crush him into pieces.
"Senior Brother Guangchengzi is worthy of being the favorite disciple of Jade Purity Saint. His cultivation is very high. It is indeed beyond the reach of this poor... poor monk." Maitreya's voice trembled slightly.
"However, it is not right to bully people with lower cultivation than oneself! Moreover, this time, I will disappoint Senior Brother Guangchengzi. I am a disciple of a saint after all. How can I be a coward who is afraid of death?"
When Guangchengzi heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, which contained endless contempt and ridicule.
"Oh! I didn't know that the Western disciples were so tough. It seems that after several years of training, the Western disciples have made a lot of progress."
"Brother Guangchengzi's words are an insult to all the disciples of the Western Sect. Although our cultivation is not as good as Brother Guangchengzi's, we also have pride. How could we surrender so easily?"
"Pride?" Guang Chengzi chuckled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Then I will see how long your pride can support you."
After saying this, Guangchengzi's mind moved, and the Fantian Seal became extremely heavy again, as if it was going to crush the entire world.
With a loud bang, one of Maitreya's legs could not bear the weight and he fell to the ground. The ground beneath his feet instantly sank and dust flew everywhere.
When the Western disciples behind Wen Zhong saw this, they all showed anger on their faces. They flashed and rushed to the front of the formation like arrows.
They all took out their own magical treasures, be it swords, whips, beads or talismans, and smashed them towards Guangchengzi with a whistling sound.
Facing the overwhelming attack, Guangchengzi remained calm, even with a hint of contempt.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities and resist stubbornly!"
He raised one hand and waved it casually. Those Western disciples were blown away like fallen leaves in a strong wind. They fell heavily to the ground, and dust flew everywhere. Wailing sounds came one after another.
"puff--!!!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of a Western disciple. He struggled to get up, but fell to the ground weakly again.
The other disciples also vomited blood and looked pale, obviously they were seriously injured.
Seeing this, Maitreya was furious. He endured the severe pain in his body and struggled to stand up.
However, the Fantian Seal above his head was like a mountain, pressing down on him and making him unable to move.
"Guangchengzi, how dare you!"
Guang Chengzi sneered, "Why shouldn't I dare? Since they don't understand the situation, I will help them understand the current situation of the gap in their cultivation."
Maitreya clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He tried to mobilize the remaining spiritual power in his body to resist the Fantian Seal which was as heavy as a mountain, but every effort was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and was of no avail.
He panted, his voice filled with reluctance and anger:
"Guangchengzi, don't be so arrogant! I will remember what happened today and will repay you double in the future!"
Guang Chengzi shook his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes:
"Double return? Junior Brother Maitreya, you seem to have forgotten that it is still unknown whether you can escape unscathed today. I advise you to take care of the present first."
At this moment, the Western disciples were all furious when they saw this. There were many people with high cultivation among them, but facing Guangchengzi's strength of half a step to quasi-saint, they couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
They once again offered up their own spiritual treasures, hoping to share some of the pressure with Maitreya. However, these spiritual treasures were like child's play in front of Guangchengzi and were easily dissolved one by one.
"Guangchengzi, you are going too far!" A Western disciple roared, holding a long sword, the sword light was as fast as lightning, and he went straight for Guangchengzi.
Guang Chengzi looked at the long sword with contempt, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked it away. The disciple trembled and fell to the ground, his life or death uncertain.
"Humph, you are just an ant, you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me?" Guang Chengzi said coldly, "Today, I will let you see what the real difference in strength is."
Upon seeing this, Maitreya knew that today’s situation was hopeless and there was no hope of escape.
A feeling of tragedy and heroism arose spontaneously, his heart hardened, his eyes turned red, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly like a flood bursting through a dam, preparing for the final struggle.
"Guangchengzi, even if I die, I will fight with my life and injure you severely!" Maitreya shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and unwillingness.
Seeing this, Guangchengzi frowned and looked solemn.
He knew that if a cultivator at the Golden Immortal level self-destructed, the power would be so strong that even he would not be able to withstand it, not to mention that there were a group of people around him whose cultivation was not as good as his?
Therefore, he did not dare to delay at all, and quickly circulated the spiritual power in his body. With a wave of his sleeves, a bright ray of magical light shot out like lightning and hit Maitreya accurately.
This magic was like an invisible shackle that instantly imprisoned the surging spiritual power in Maitreya's body, causing his plan for self-destruction to fail in the process.
Due to the lack of spiritual power to support it, the Fantian Seal hanging above his head suddenly smashed down like a giant beast that had lost its restraints.
"Puff——" With a dull sound, the Fantian Seal hit Maitreya heavily. At that moment, time seemed to stand still and the air solidified.
Under the heavy blow of the Fantian Seal, Maitreya's body collapsed instantly, turned into a ball of blood mist, and dissipated in the air, causing him to die in the northwest.