Little Buddha Lei Tingchan’s face turned paler and paler—her face turned as white as white jade and her intricate eyebrows were furrowed. Clearly, she was holding on in pain.

  “The Divine Son had actually held on in strength. He had gradually transferred the stress onto Lei Tingchan.” Perhaps an outsider would not be able to discern how Ding Hao’s current Mind Essential’s fifth level, “Body Shell in Fire” realm and Divine Awareness was perverted to a degree that they did not belong to the Martial King Realm. Hence, once someone was to listen slightly to it, he or she will be able to grasp the catch in it.

  Why did he want to do that?

  If one were to embarrass Lei Tingchan, he or she should just stand idly by and not lend a helping hand. Why would he waste so much time and effort in executing such plans to achieve his ulterior motive?

  “Don’t tell me Divine Son and Spirit Eyes Demon King are in cahoots?” Well, at the moment, that is even more impossible—the rules of the sect are strict—it was not possible to collaborate with the tainted devils.

  Several big questions immediately surfaced in Ding Hao’s mind.

  And just at that moment—


  “Ding Hao, why didn’t you attack?” The Saint Son of Falling Star’s voice wafted out from within the battle and carried a hint of insidious intent to stir up strife. “Don’t tell me that there’s something going on between you and these two demons- embarrassing things that can’t be divulged?”


  Ding Hao furrowed his eyebrows and did not speak another word.

  “This tune from the Spirit Eyes Demon King, imparted to him by Ding Hao.” The Ninth Heaven Thunder Dragon Bi Xia’s voice also spread outside from within the battle.

  At the time, there was no aggressor. There was only the three left- Ding Hao, Jiang Disheng, and Original Birth Saintess.

  The gaze of the crowd instantly fell onto Ding Hao.

  Jiang Disheng represented the Tranquility Academy while the sects of the Saint Son of Falling Star and Double Wind and Lighting were in the camp of Tranquility Academy. Hence, of course the two would not be able to mock Jiang Disheng. Moreover, the Divine Son was already representing Dependent Arising Clan and even if Original Birth Saintess were to sit there, no one will speak a word against it.

  Amidst all the various master top players, Ding Hao, who represented Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had, from the beginning to the end, not expressed any desire to attack. Moreover, Bi Xia was speaking the truth—”The Moon Over a Fountain” was truly imparted by Ding Hao to Spirit Eyes Demon King. Everyone witnessed that and added to it the episode when the two Demon Kings seemed to be a bit flirtatious towards Ding Hao; it was no wonder that people were speculating about Ding Hao’s relationship with the Demon Kings.

  “Ding Hao, I heard that you had grasped the Beast Transform Magic Skills—you’d naturally not need the blood essence of One Legged Ox. Come and restrain that ox demon- we have side-stepped and killed One Legged Ox in vengeance for the Human tribe, cleansing you of all suspicions.” the Saint Son of Falling Star’s quirky voice resounded from the battle arena.

  Ding Hao was expressionless and did not make any replies.

  “Ding Hao, don’t tell me you are deliberately going easy on these two ox-legged demons by letting them go. I heard that you had been in cahoots with the Demon Tribe and had been raising a cat demon as a pet. Now, it looks like the rumors have been true. I truly can’t understand how the Swordsmanship-sect would tolerate someone like you—you’re truly a scumbag!” the Saint Son of Falling Star’s voice seemed to waver and was a little uncertain. It fanned the flames and mocked Ding Hao.

  Jang!!

  There was the jarring sound of the longsword when Ding Hao’s eyes flashed with a piercing divine light and his entire being vanished on the spot.

  “Ah, Ding Hao, you……” the Saint Son of Falling Star’s cries spread out from the battle and then grew to a long and anguished complaint.

  The next moment, Ding Hao’s figure had returned to the chair. The rusted sword tip had some blood stains on it and it fell down slowly. Ding Hao laughed coldly and said, “If you are to speak another word, this sword will pierce your damned head.”


  It was the long and anguished cry of the Saint Son of Falling Star from the battle arena. He did not speak anymore.

  Clearly, he was fearful of Ding Hao.

  That sword reflected where Ding Hao stood. He was clearly not someone who would take mockery into stride—and he was truly frightening when angered.

  No one would have thought that at that moment, Ding Hao had actually attacked the Saint Son of Falling Star. That was truly madness. However, everyone could see that Ding Hao had just been teaching the Saint Son of Falling Star a lesson. If not, in that attack just then, in that silent attack, the Saint Son of Falling Star wouldn’t have just suffered from skin-deep injuries.

  A sword’s blow had served as a warning to the Saint Son of the Falling Star who had was fanning the flames. Truly, Ding Hao had finally attacked.

  He reached in deep with his index finger, a fire dancing at the tips of his fingers and slowly wrote a few lines of words stroke by stroke in the void–


  The body is the Bodhi Tree.

  The heart was as clear as the mirror.

  Wiping from time to time.

  Not to create dust.

  And at every falling of the pen, an orange flame would dance in the ruins, awaiting the last “dust” the word to fall with the pen, twenty flaming Chinese words inscription would appear in the air. An august, solemn and pure atmosphere wafted out from those twenty words.

  Jiang Disheng and the Original Birth Saintess had not joined in the battle and from their vantage point, they were keenly observing the battle. Shock registered on their faces and in the midst of rumors, Ding Hao, apart from being proficient in both the knife and the sword, was also somewhat accomplished in the art of inscriptions. However, from how things now seemed, things were more complicated than being “accomplished”. In fact, counting the Ice Crystals on the wall previously and the burning inscriptions before his eyes, he was using the knife as a pen, and his finger as a pen—just an advanced and surprising technique would only be reserved for the most unfathomable Inscriptionist who had cultivated such a technique.

  “Go!”


  Ding Hao lightly shouted and his palm gave a gentle push—twenty Chinese inscriptions had turned into flying flaming meteors, falling by Little Buddha Lei Tingchan’s side.

  Yellow flaming and sounds of Sanskrit Ninth Chant had produced a surprising rapport. Sounds of Sanskrit, which had originally been on the losing end, seemed to be like a pot of oil where a little fire spark had dropped in and it bubbled unceasingly. In an instant sound of Sanskrit acted up and blew a melodious voice through Little Buddha’s mouth. It was like a huge form of vibrations that undulated without stopping. Such an atmosphere generated which was august, pure and moving emanated in all directions. As this happened, it was as though Buddha was singing in the air.

  Such a change occurred beyond everyone’s expectations.

  It was simply a miracle.

  Little Buddha Lei Tingchan, whose eyes had been closed all this while, slightly shivered; she seemed to have encountered something unbelievable. Shock was written all over her face but in the end, she did not open to her eyes but simply nodded in the direction of Ding Hao.

  On the other side, Divine Son was simply shocked and darkness clouded over his otherwise glowing and handsome face.

  He stopped blowing his reed pipe and went to the Original Birth Saintess, standing by her side.

  Divine Eyes Demon King could snorted uncontrollably. He no longer looks at Ding Hao with reverence. Even though there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, the feeling he gave others was that he was still capable of keen observation. A tune of The Moon Over a Fountain had already shocked that Old demo, and now, such inscriptions of water and fire can actually hit a chord with Zero. With Sect’s Buddhism’s sounds of Sanskrit—that could only mean one thing.

  Ding Hao too understood well the Divine Sense of Buddhism.

  On the endless continent, the supernatural powers of the two Buddhist and Taoist systems were very different from ordinary martial arts, and the family martial arts. The subtleties are closer to the art, especially the Buddhist supernatural powers. The Buddhist scriptures were supported by many sources. Many amazing Buddhist combat skills require certain knowledge of Buddhist classics in order to perform. Ding Hao came from the Jianzong Sect. He was in a pure sword repair sect. The inscriptions he mastered could actually match the waters of Sanskrit. Blending, to many people, was simply incredible.