Chapter 111: The Great Sage's Heavenly Thunder-The Giant Whale Evolves Through Slaughter(Invincible Little Firebird)

"The Jiaowei Zither!"

Wuhua gazed at the ancient zither, a trace of astonishment in his eyes. "To think it is the ancient spirit artifact, the Jiaowei Zither. As expected of a clan with such profound heritage to possess such a treasure; no wonder your tone is so arrogant."

"I possess the Jiaowei Zither, but what do you have?"

Bai Jingjing’s tone was icy, her face etched with pride. As the eldest princess of the Bai clan, showered with boundless favor and possessing countless miraculous treasures, she had no reason to fear a mere wretched monk.

Wuhua’s blade-like brows arched, his expression cold and haughty. "And what if you do have the Jiaowei Zither? I am the most outstanding senior disciple of the Great Buddha Sect, wielder of the Demon-Subduing Pestle. Eradicating you is but a flick of my wrist."

"Such arrogance!"

Bai Jingjing had reached the seventh rank. Having purged the malevolent aura of her demonic bloodline, she had become the first and only celestial beast in the entire Primordial Realm and the human world. She possessed her own pride. Now that this wretched monk was being so unreasonable, how could she not be furious?

Bai Jingjing let out a sharp cry, her fingers dancing rapidly across the Jiaowei Zither. This peerless zither of the ancient era was crafted from lightning-struck wood, and its strings were fashioned from the silk of the Great Sage Heavenly Thunder Silkworm. Once played, it sounded like the descent of heavenly thunder.

As the zither resounded, thunder rumbled throughout the gymnasium, and the air began to grow heavy with moisture. More than that, wisps of purple electrical arcs danced through the air. The Great Sage Heavenly Thunder was indestructible! It was the epitome of masculine, solar energy—a truly exquisite spirit artifact.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

"A demon, yet capable of playing this most masculine and solar divine weapon. Your bloodline is indeed extraordinary."

"Today, I shall represent the Buddhist faith and subdue you, making you the gate-keeping divine beast of my Great Buddha Sect."

Wuhua’s voice rang out, piercing through the blockade of thunderous roars to reach Bai Jingjing’s ears. His right hand spun the Demon-Subduing Pestle rapidly against the ground. With a flick of his right hand, his kasaya robe flew out, transforming into a canopy that descended to envelope her.

The sonic assault from the Jiaowei Zither hit the robe like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to cause even the slightest damage.

"What is your status in the Great Buddha Sect? How do you possess the Heavenly Dragon inscriptions?!" Bai Jingjing’s expression shifted instantly as she saw the Heavenly Dragon coiling around Wuhua’s bare torso.

"Demon, I am of the Eight Legions Heavenly Dragon of the Great Buddha Sect! Today, I shall subdue you!" Wuhua’s voice grew increasingly cold and overbearing.

As he spoke, his muscles rippled, and the Heavenly Dragon inscriptions rose and fell as if they had come to life. A golden radiance began to seep from the markings.

"Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Bo Ye Ma Ma Hong!"

"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

With Wuhua’s roar, the Heavenly Dragon on his body let out a howl, transforming into a golden dragon that lunged at Bai Jingjing with its jaws wide open.

"The Eight Legions Heavenly Dragon!"

Bai Jingjing’s face turned deathly pale. Her hands became a blur as she played the zither, sending waves of sonic energy to strike at the robe and the dragon. But who was Wuhua? He was the strongest of the younger generation of the Great Buddha Sect and the most ruthless toward evil. Having inherited the Eight Legions Heavenly Dragon and mastered the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon technique, he could challenge eighth-rank experts even with his seventh-rank peak cultivation.

"Demon, either submit or die!"

Wuhua soared into the air. With a wave of his right hand, the Demon-Subduing Pestle turned into a streak of golden light in his grasp. His wrist vibrated, carving a golden swastika into the void.

"Ma Li Ma Li Hong!"

A zen chant echoed, and a golden Buddha manifested, sitting atop a lotus—the supreme technique of the Great Buddha Sect: the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra!

From the start, Wuhua had unleashed his three great techniques: the Kasaya Demon-Subdual, the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon, and the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra. Knowing his opponent held the Jiaowei Zither and could command the power of heavenly thunder—and given that she was the princess of the Bai clan and a seventh-rank expert who might possess other hidden treasures—Wuhua dared not be careless.

Amidst the rolling thunder, purple lightning gathered in the void, coalescing into a bolt as thick as a barrel. It struck the Kasaya Demon-Subdual, tearing it to shreds with a crisp ripping sound. Bai Jingjing’s complexion grew even paler. With her current cultivation, she could only manifest three bolts of heavenly thunder using the zither and the silkworm strings. The first bolt had shredded the robe, but the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra—carved by the Demon-Subduing Pestle—carried a purifying power. Could her remaining thunderbolt shatter it?

"Condense for me!"

A madness seized Bai Jingjing’s eyes. She bit her tongue and spat blood onto the Jiaowei Zither. The zither instantly devoured the blood, and the heavenly thunder doubled in size.

"Kill!"

Bai Jingjing let out another cold cry, her index finger hooking the string and pulling back violently. The heavenly thunder in the void crashed down instantly.

"Demon, you refuse to repent!" Wuhua’s face chilled, his muscles pulsing with golden light. He let out another thunderous shout: "Bo Ye Ma Ma Hong!"

Under his command, the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon roared, its tail whipping against the thunderbolt.

"Pfft!"

Bai Jingjing shuddered, coughing up blood. She suffered a backlash and was sent flying backward. The Heavenly Dragon let out a mournful cry, its scales shredded and bloodied by the thunder. Golden light rained down from the sky—the blood of the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon.

Wuhua’s expression also changed. He spun his body, his muscles rippling once more.

"Bo Ye Ma Ma Hong!"

With each shout, the Heavenly Dragon roared, attacking the thunderbolt repeatedly. With every bite or strike, the thunder grew weaker, while Bai Jingjing suffered further backlash, spitting blood with each impact. Finally, the dragon let out a final wail and dissipated into a rain of light. Wuhua also trembled, sent flying backward.

However, the heavenly thunder had been reduced to mere wisps of electric snakes, vanishing into the void. The entire gymnasium was left in ruins, as if struck by a hurricane; the floor, walls, and overhead lights were shattered, and the furniture was reduced to debris.

Bai Jingjing leaned on the Jiaowei Zither, the instrument planted in the ground to support her exhausted body. Blood dripped from her lips, forming a small pool on the floor.

"Demon, I ask you one last time: will you submit, or will you resist to the end?"

Wuhua landed, his left hand pressed together in a mudra, his right hand gripping the Demon-Subduing Pestle.