Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 200 Sweeping Across Tiandu_1

Bang!

In a tavern next to the arena, a resounding slam on a table echoed as a martial artist bellowed, "Just some barbarian from the prairies, yet he dares to strut around in the Central Plains and show off his might. Has Da Xia really no one capable of matching that foul monk?"

After speaking, the man looked around, his eyes bulging and filled with rage, "This is Tiandu of Da Xia, with such a powerful nation, can't a single young hero step forward? Or is it that no one dares to? All these years, what have the officials and the nobility of Da Xia been doing? Where are their descendants?

They revel in riches during Da Xia's glory days but now, at the brink of crisis, when a barbarian from the steppes beats down our doors, not one dares to answer the challenge?!"

Days have passed without a local young master from Tiandu stepping onto the stage. Back in the day, the Xia Emperor was unmatched and alone held every power across the nine provinces from raising their heads. Da Xia thus became the foremost power in the world. How is it that in this generation, Da Xia has nothing left but a bunch of incompetents who only know how to indulge in leisure?

You have all thrown away the face of Da Xia! If you are too scared to go up, I will!"

With that, the man leaped from the windowsill and charged towards Ananda, who was seated in the lotus position on the stage.

Obviously, he alone was no match for Ananda. After only one exchange, he was defeated and sent flying by Ananda's protective Buddhist light.

The martial artist was tough, though, forcibly standing up again despite blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and charged forward once more with a roar.

Ananda remained seated, expressionless. Although a monk should naturally be compassionate, Ananda was not.

After all, this was Da Xia's land, and all of Da Xia's citizens were enemies of the Grand Yuan and the Bingpo Sect's sect guarding heart method of the Dragon-Elephant Buddhist Sect of the Great Snow Mountain.

Ananda's visit this time was aimed to overwhelm the young generation of Da Xia—to make the entirety of Da Xia bow their heads!

This martial artist was no exception. Without the slightest hint of softness, Ananda once again activated the Buddhist light, sending the man flying once more.

This time, the martial artist could not stand up again, lying on the ground, he passed out cold.

Witnessing such a scene, the crowd became enraged, and more martial artists leaped onto the stage, eager to fight Ananda.

Despite this, Ananda's expression remained unchanged, his bronze face devoid of emotion, his heart as still as water.

No matter how many came, they could not break through his Dragon Elephant True Body. Unless a real person of the Returning to True Stage took the field or someone who had reached the ultimate physical state of an indestructible vajra body, no one would be a match for Ananda.

"Today, anyone who wishes to step up can do so, no limitation on numbers. If there is someone who can force this humble monk back even a step, then he shall be considered the victor!"

As Ananda's voice fell, the Buddhist light around him grew more intense, enveloping the entire stage.

"Pfft!"

The martial artists who had stepped up faced the same fate as the ones before, spewing blood as they were sent flying with a single encounter.

As a living Buddha reincarnate and a practitioner of the Bingpo Sect's sect guarding heart method Dragon-Elephant Heart Sutra of the Great Snow Mountain, Ananda's protective Buddhist light could both save and harm!

Under the shine of the Buddhist light, the devotees encircling Ananda's stage, who had been converted, were each excitedly shouting Ananda's name.

Ananda sat with a dignified presence on the stage, enveloped in Buddhist light, making him appear as a living Buddha, exuding unparalleled authority.

"Today, this humble monk will sweep through Tiandu!" Ananda's voice echoed around, lingering for a long time, and with the support of his robust inner strength, it carried far, almost covering half of the outer city of Tiandu.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, in a private room of the tavern next to the stage, the descendants of the kings, dukes, and ministers of Da Xia gathered.

A young noble's face darkened, as he slammed his wine cup onto the ground, shattering it and spilling the sparkling liquid all over the floor.

Within the private room, the expressions of others were equally grim, each face darker than the last.

Yet, they were powerless against Ananda because their elders had warned them of his terrifying strength—that they were no match for him and must never make a move.

For if they did, not only would they be unable to defeat Ananda, but they would also increase his momentum.

"How long must we sit here and watch!" a noble youth exclaimed in anger. He had also heard what the martial artist had said. Under normal circumstances, he would have ordered his servants to capture that person. They were used to being revered—who could tolerate such humiliation?

"Are we really without any means to handle that foul monk below? Can we only sit here with eyes wide open and watch him insult us at will?"

The group of noble descendants coldly shouted in unison, their gazes fixed on Ananda atop the stage. If looks could kill, they would have killed Ananda a hundred, no, a thousand times over.

As the granddaughter of the Duke of the Liang State, Lu Xinlan was naturally among them. She frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Ananda's statements.

This young monk from the Grand Yuan was indeed arrogant, but he had the capital to back it up. Among the young generation of Da Xia, including these scions of kings, dukes, and ministers, there truly was no one who could match this foreign monk.