Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 576: The Might of a Quasi-Saint
Kunpeng looked at Ancestor Minghe with an unaffected expression. He wasn't surprised by Minghe's refusal at all—in fact, the reaction was exactly what he had expected.
"If Taoist Friend is unwilling, then it seems we must have ourselves a battle! I wonder, after so many years hidden within this Netherworld Blood Sea, what level has your cultivation reached?" Kunpeng's gaze darkened as he spoke.
As he talked, an overwhelmingly powerful aura began to emanate from Kunpeng.
Though he was injured now, his strength could be said to be the strongest below that of a Saint at level 100 Blue UI.
The terrifying aura that spread caused the Netherworld Blood Sea itself to seem to shake, as giant waves of blood surged up.
Ancestor Minghe did not speak, but a similarly powerful aura began to radiate from him as well.
Faintly, his aura collided with Kunpeng's.
"He's only at the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal, right?" Feeling the aura exuding from Ancestor Minghe, Jiang Liu was secretly astonished.
His gaze rested on Ancestor Minghe, and in his mind, he called up the character UI.
Soon, Jiang Liu noticed that although Ancestor Minghe's character UI hadn't changed much, his level was rising.
Level 88... 91... 95...
In a brief moment, Ancestor Minghe's level had reached 97.
Of course, a three-level gap at the Quasi-Saint level represented a significant difference in cultivation. Ancestor Minghe's aura was slightly weaker than Kunpeng's.
But Minghe appeared completely calm, showing no signs of fear.
After all, Kunpeng seemed to be badly wounded, and with his own current strength, Minghe should be capable of holding him off.
Kunpeng wasted no time, his injuries pressing him to make the first move. With a lift of his hand, the entire sky seemed to darken as endless black clouds descended from above.
Ancestor Minghe did not bother with words, and with a raise of his hands, the waters of the Netherworld Blood Sea roared and shockingly rose toward the sky.
The collision of black and blood red seemed like a clash of heaven and earth, their Quasi-Saint powers intensely shaking the spirit.
"So it goes, Ancestor Minghe has a myriad of avatars, and the strength of these avatars can even be shared?" Watching the battle, Minghe's level instantly rose by more than ten, from the realm of a Daluo Golden Immortal to that of a Quasi-Saint, Jiang Liu whispered to himself, coming to understand Ancestor Minghe's power.
Level 97, and that's just an avatar?
It appeared that Minghe's true form had already transferred a substantial amount of power to this avatar.
In Jiang Liu's eyes, the strength that both Demon Master Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe possessed was immense, utterly beyond his ability to intervene.
However, how powerful were they exactly? Jiang Liu felt it was difficult to articulate.
It was somewhat like an ant watching a modern firefight; one can tell it's formidable, but there is no clear concept of just how formidable.
"If one assumes that the difference in strength between each major realm is about tenfold, then how much stronger is this Quasi-Saint level compared to me?" Jiang Liu pondered to himself.
From Taiyi True Immortal to Heavenly Immortal, the difference is tenfold. The Great Luo Realm would therefore be a hundredfold, and Quasi-Saint? A thousandfold?
Having reached the level of a Heavenly Immortal himself, Jiang Liu had previously felt quite powerful, but after comparing himself to Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe, he realized that his own strength was indeed insignificant to them.
These were truly beings who had lived for eons!
...
Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, in a dim and silent secret chamber, Ancestor Minghe's true form sat still with Jiang Liu's daughter before him, from whom he had begun to extract the Demon Infant's soul.
Despite the Demon Infant's soul's desperate struggles and loud roaring, Minghe's immense power rendered it barely able to stir at all.
"This soul extraction is no easy task!" A fine layer of sweat appeared on his brow as Minghe muttered to himself.
Had he been at his peak, his powerful suppression would ensure no trouble.
But just as Kunpeng came along, he had had to separate most of his power to deal with him. With only about twenty to thirty percent of his strength remaining, it was not easy to detach the innately tied Demon Soul without harm.
Sighing silently in his heart, he knew things had already progressed too far to stop now.
What else could be done? He had to continue!
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Two Quasi-Saint level powerhouses exchanged blows in a fiercely intense battle. Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe, both former Zixiao Palace Listeners, were very familiar with each other. Consequently, they were also very clear about each other's capabilities and techniques.
Kunpeng was the stronger combatant but was injured, which allowed for a semblance of balance as the fight went back and forth.
After battling for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, due to the intensity of the fight, his wound was about to worsen. Kunpeng retreated quite a bit, wavering in his resolve.
If the battle continued this way, it would lead to no conclusive outcome. Kunpeng weighed in his mind whether to press on or wager all his power in one final gamble.
If he were to win the bet, it would be more than good, but if he lost, his situation would only worsen.
"What do you say, Kunpeng, my friend? With your grievous injuries, it is impossible for you to defeat me. I advise you to leave," seeing Kunpeng's retreat, Minghe could roughly understand Kunpeng's thoughts and spoke out.
"No, I still have one last move. If you can withstand it, then I will leave immediately; if not, I am prepared to dwell in this Netherworld Blood Sea!" After a moment of silence, Kunpeng made up his mind and spoke resolutely, ready to take his chances.
"Then, please enlighten me with your technique, Kunpeng, my friend!" Hearing Kunpeng's words, Ancestor Minghe also guessed that he intended to decide the battle with one move, his expression becoming much more solemn.
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As they spoke, Ancestor Minghe raised both hands, and the two treasure swords, the Abyssa and the Slaughterer, appeared in his grasp.
Taking a deep breath, Kunpeng also temporarily suppressed his injuries. He raised his hand, revealing half of a shattered great bell now in his possession.
"What is this!?"
Seeing the half bell that Kunpeng brought out, Ancestor Minghe's face could not help but slightly change.
"It seems you still recognize it," Kunpeng spoke, looking at Minghe. "By a stroke of luck, I obtained a fragment of this Eastern Emperor Bell. Recently, I found another part at the bottom of the North Sea. I have now restored half of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Today, let's test your Abyssa and Slaughterer swords with this half bell."
Thoom!
As his words fell, Kunpeng gave Minghe no time to prepare and fiercely smashed his fist down onto the half bell.
With Kunpeng's motion, invisible sound waves burst forth, rapidly spreading in all directions.
Boom!
Everything swept by the sound waves turned to dust, the fearsome power emanating the sense of decay and destruction.
Seeing the terrifying might of the half Eastern Emperor Bell, how could Jiang Liu dare to stay? He moved in a flash, retreating swiftly.
"Incredible, truly befitting an Innate Supreme Treasure from legends; even just half of it possesses such fearsome power. No wonder the Demon Emperor of old could suppress all the Primordial clans other than the Witch Clan with a full bell!" In the blink of an eye, having moved a hundred miles away, Jiang Liu muttered to himself.
He had no place even standing at the sidelines of such a battle.
Swish, swish!
As terrifying power erupted from the strikes of the Eastern Emperor Bell, Ancestor Minghe made his move. The Abyssa and Slaughterer swords, under his control, transformed into a sword light thousands of feet long and fell fiercely towards Kunpeng.
The sound waves clashed with the sword light, and everything around them disintegrated into powder.
The terrible force seemed to make the very heavens and earth tremble.
Thoom!
Kunpeng's chest wound burst open, and blood spilled forth. His complexion grew even paler and more frightening.
Nevertheless, at that moment, Kunpeng disregarded it all, concentrating all his power to strike decisively upon the damaged Eastern Emperor Bell.
Thoom, thoom, thoom!
The dull bell resounded, laden with a profound sense, carrying far and wide, infused with an awe-inspiring power.
Taking a deep breath and feeling the immense pressure, Ancestor Minghe's power surged once again.
If Jiang Liu were present, he would certainly notice that Ancestor Minghe, previously at level 97, had now astonishingly reached level 98.
Thoom, thoom, thoom!
Kunpeng's strikes became faster and his complexion paler; his entire body was stained with blood from his chest. Clearly, he had staked everything on this moment, leaving himself no way out.
With gritted teeth, Ancestor Minghe's aura grew even more powerful, and his level slowly rose from 98, finally reaching 99.
Minghe knew that if he did not increase his power, he would be undoubtedly defeated.
If he were to be injured by the Eastern Emperor Bell's sound waves, he would need at least a hundred and eighty years to recover.
...
"Damn you, you old fool! Don't even think about pulling me out!"
Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the sensation that Ancestor Minghe's true strength had dipped to a nadir was palpable, and suddenly the Demon Infant roared loudly.
Originally, half of the Demon Infant's soul had been drawn out of the infant's body, but with its scream, the soul re-entered.
Minghe's own lips also spilled a trace of blood.
