Chapter 1241: The Master of the Shingon Sect

Before he could even react, Ye Bufan’s figure instantly appeared before him, moving so fast that he had no time to respond.

Immediately after, a powerful force struck his chest, a punch landed, and then he flew backward like a broken sack, spitting out a stream of blood in mid-air.

Although the opponent was a monk, he had ill intentions towards him from the start, so Ye Bufan naturally showed him no mercy.

Although this punch did not kill him on the spot, it knocked out half his life.

At the same time, everyone else also finished their battles; the Eight Great Vajras were all beaten miserably, some crippled, some injured, all falling onto the hillside.

At the same time, Qianmu Wufu was also in a miserable state.

The Eye of Lihuo of Fire Protector Lan Jianhua burned him until he was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, then Snow Guardian Huang Xiaomei struck him with a Hanbing Palm, and then Wind Protector Chen Yi severed one of his arms with a Wind Blade.

It was pitiful that the dignified Sword Saint of the Great Dog Country, a Middle Stage Saint, ended up in such a plight.

Seeing Lei Guardian Xie Changsi charging over again with a furious Aura, Qianmu Wufu was scared out of his wits and cried out in panic, “Father, save me!”

His cry made Ye Bufan and the others laugh; was he screaming for his dad because he was beaten?

But just then, a figure suddenly sped over from Mount Kōya, instantly appearing above everyone’s heads, moving at an astonishing speed.

“Everyone, stop!”

With an angry roar, a massive pressure permeated the entire area, pressing down on everyone, holding them firmly in place.

This Aura was too powerful; Xie Changsi, Huang Xiaomei, and others were so pressured they could barely breathe, and immediately stopped their attacks.

Feeling this powerful pressure, Ye Bufan was startled; the person before him was clearly a Late Stage Saint, and his cultivation was even above his own.

He had originally thought that the previous Monk Guangji was already the strongest in the Shingon sect, but he never expected there to be someone even more powerful than him.

Looking up, he saw a monk in a yellow robe standing in mid-air, his face covered in wrinkles, making it impossible to tell his age, yet he vaguely resembled Qianmu Wufu.

“Could this person actually be Qianmu Wufu’s Father?”

Although Qianmu Wufu looked only sixty or seventy years old, he was actually over a hundred, so if his Father were still alive, his age would be unimaginable.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, signaling everyone from the Dragon King Palace to retreat behind him, then looked at the old monk.

“Who are you?”

Before the old monk could speak, Qianmu Wufu had already stumbled over in a sorry state; at this moment, he no longer had the demeanor of a Sword Saint, and cried out angrily, “Father, kill them to avenge me.”

This proved everything; this old monk was actually from the Qianmu Family, and also Qianmu Wufu’s Father.

This also explained why the Qianmu Family’s base was on Mount Kōya, and why these people from the Shingon sect came to help Qianmu Wufu.

It turned out there was such a connection behind it, and it was clear that this old monk held a very high position in the Shingon sect.

The old monk flicked his fingers, sealing several acupoints on Qianmu Wufu’s arm, and after stopping the bleeding, he said, “Alright, step back.”

Then he flashed, appearing before Ye Bufan: “Chinese, you surprise me.”

He knew that the Qianmu Family was going to attack Ye Bufan on Mount Kōya today, and had also sent Monk Guangji and the Eight Great Vajras of the Shingon sect.

In his opinion, such a lineup was already invincible, but he never expected them to not only lose miserably, but his son also had an arm severed by the opponent.

Ye Bufan said, “Old monk, how should I address you? Are you from the Shingon sect, or the Qianmu Family?”

“Buddha is merciful; I will satisfy your curiosity before you die.”

As the old monk spoke, the benevolent look on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a face full of Killing Intent.

“In the Shingon sect, I am Sect Master Great Master Guangdu; in the Qianmu Family, I am Qianmu Wufu’s previous generation Sword Saint—Qianmu Kojiro.

No matter what, I cannot let you leave the Great Dog Country alive today, so you must not consider me Great Master Guangdu; just consider me a member of the Qianmu Family.”

It turned out that this Qianmu Kojiro was Qianmu Wufu’s previous generation Sword Saint, and also his biological Father.

After retiring, he entered the Shingon sect on Mount Kōya to study Buddhism, and later, relying on his high status, he inherited this generation’s Sect Master of the Shingon sect.

“Qianmu Kojiro, you seem very confident.”

Although the opponent was a Late Stage Saint, Ye Bufan was not too panicked.

“What do you think?” Qianmu Kojiro said with full Killing Intent, “Don’t think that having more people will be of much use; ‘many ants can kill an elephant’ is just a lie from you Chinese.

Ants are just ants, no matter how many there are, they are useless, having no resistance whatsoever before a true expert; none of you will survive today.”

Feeling the Killing Intent of this old devil, Xie Changsi came over and said, “Dragon King, this old fellow is very formidable; why don’t we all go together.”

The others also gathered around; they had already realized that this monk’s cultivation was too high, and fighting alone would probably not work.

“No need, you don’t need to act, I’ll do it myself.”

Ye Bufan raised his hand to stop the crowd behind him; if the opponent were only a Middle Stage Saint, relying on numerical advantage could still compensate for the lack of cultivation.

But Qianmu Kojiro was already a Late Stage Saint; after reaching the Saint cultivation, each Breakthrough in cultivation was a world of difference, and numbers alone could no longer compensate for this gap.

Everyone acting together would not have much effect, only increasing casualties.

“You’re all going to die anyway, who wants to go first? If you’re in a hurry, you can all come at once.”

Qianmu Kojiro’s expression was extremely arrogant; although Ye Bufan had defeated Qianmu Wufu and Monk Guangji, he was still too far behind him.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: “To deal with a bald donkey like you, I alone am enough.”

“Chinese, then you go die first.”

After Qianmu Kojiro finished speaking, he extended his right hand, and instantly a True Qi hand materialized in mid-air, grabbing towards Ye Bufan from above.

The power of a Late Stage Martial Saint’s attack was astonishing; the entire space seemed to be under immense pressure.

Ye Bufan knew there was a gap in cultivation and dared not resist directly; with a thought, he used Instant Movement, appearing behind Qianmu Kojiro in a flash, and punched him in the back of the heart.

“Oh! You do have some tricks, no wonder you could injure my son.”

Qianmu Kojiro was slightly surprised, but showed no panic or evasion, taking Ye Bufan’s punch head-on.

Ye Bufan landed a hit, but found that his punch, filled with the power of lightning, could not Breakthrough the opponent’s protective True Qi, feeling like hitting cotton, causing no effect at all; it seemed that a Late Stage Martial Saint was indeed extraordinary.

In his surprise, he wanted to use Instant Movement again, but it was already too late; the surrounding space had been firmly locked by Qianmu Kojiro’s True Qi power.

“Chinese, go die.”

Qianmu Kojiro said, throwing a punch towards Ye Bufan’s face.

Unable to use Instant Movement, he had no choice but to frantically circulate his Chaotic True Qi, and with all his might, met the punch.

The two fists collided, and with a loud boom, Ye Bufan instantly flew backward like a cannonball, being forced back hundreds of meters, spewing blood in mid-air.