The other two true Buddhas also dared not be negligent and each summoned their natal defensive magic treasures.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sword light struck the Buddha shield and the magic weapon one after another. The Buddha shield shattered in response, and the magic weapon dimmed. The three true Buddhas who were half-step into the Dao Inquiry stage were actually sent flying backward by the residual force, crashing into the mountain gate of the Great Thunderclap Temple. The vermilion wooden planks of the mountain gate shattered instantly. When they landed, they all felt a sweet taste in their throats, spat out a mouthful of blood, and their auras were obviously weakened.
The six ancient Buddhas in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm fared even worse. They had already been affected when the sword light shattered the pillar of light, and now they were swept by the aftershocks, flying backward and crashing to the edge of the square. Some of their magical artifacts shattered, and some of their Buddhist robes were stained with blood. Two of them, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, actually fainted and were completely unable to fight anymore.
The entire square fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
Everyone stared blankly at the gradually dissipating pale white sword light, their faces filled with disbelief.
A single sword light shattered the combined killing move of nine high-ranking Buddhist figures? It injured three half-step Dao Seeking Realm cultivators and six late-stage Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivators?
What kind of sword is this?!
Su She was also stunned. He looked down at the shattered jade pendant in his hand and instantly understood—this was his master's sword light!
He had always thought the jade pendant was just an ordinary talisman, but he never expected that it contained a sword light from his master! Moreover... judging from his master's tone, it seemed to be just an "ordinary" sword light?
Su She's heart pounded, not from lingering fear, but from shock.
Just how powerful is Master? A seemingly ordinary sword light can easily defeat three half-step Dao Seeking Realm cultivators and six late-stage Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivators.
Xuanzhen Zhenfo clutched his chest, staring at Su She, fear appearing in his eyes for the first time: "You...who exactly are you? That sword...whose sword is it?"
The Buddhist sect held themselves in high esteem, believing themselves to be the most powerful force on the continent. However, today's sword light was like a resounding slap in the face, waking them from their arrogance—there was such a terrifying existence in this world, capable of inflicting heavy losses on them with just a single sword light!
Su She gripped the Tao Te Ching tightly; though his blue robe was stained with blood, his spine remained ramrod straight. He did not answer Xuanzhen Zhenfo's question, but merely coldly observed the disheveled Buddhist cultivators, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
So, you guys are afraid too.
So it turns out that what you call "top-tier" is so vulnerable in the face of true powerhouses.
He raised his head and looked into the depths of the Great Thunderclap Temple, where there might be even higher-level "Great Buddhas," but he no longer cared.
With his master's sword light and his own inner Dao, he dared to continue even if the road ahead was still full of thorns.
For the first time, the Buddha's light atop Wanfo Mountain appeared so pale.
Although the pale white sword light had dissipated, it left an indelible shadow in the hearts of all Buddhist cultivators.
Xuanzhen Zhenfo clutched his chest, a ruthless glint in his eyes as he stared at the shattered jade pendant in Su She's hand. The sword light, though powerful, had dissipated; it was likely the scholar's last resort—the Buddhist sect had suffered heavy losses, and letting him go now would only make them a laughingstock throughout the four regions!
"Fellow disciples, this boy has exhausted all his trump cards!" Xuanzhen Zhenfo shouted, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body. "Today, we must kill him here to prevent future troubles!"
The remaining True Buddhas and Ancient Buddhas exchanged glances. Although still shaken, they were also provoked by the words "Buddhist honor," which reignited their killing intent. They forced themselves to stand up, their Buddhist light surging once more, clearly intending to launch a final attack regardless of their injuries.
Su She gripped the Tao Te Ching tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes—even without his master's sword, he would fight to the very end.
Just then, a detached voice, like a thunderclap from the heavens, boomed across the square:
"Oh? You want to kill my disciple?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void in front of Su She rippled slightly, and a figure in white robes slowly condensed into form.
The figure was indistinct, like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror, yet it exuded a pressure that made heaven and earth pale in comparison. That pressure was subtle and unassuming, yet as deep and imposing as a mountain, causing all the Buddhist cultivators present to catch their breath, their Buddhist power instantly freezing, and even their fingertips unable to move.
Xuanzhen Zhenfo's expression changed drastically, his pupils shrinking sharply: "What...what kind of aura is this?!"
He had lived for nearly ten thousand years and had seen countless powerful figures, but he had never felt such terrifying pressure before—it was a kind of overlooking that transcended the "Dao," as if they, who were half-step into the Dao and in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, were really just ants in front of the other party.
Pushan Ancient Buddha's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down again, with only one thought in his mind: "Impossible... How could there be such a strong person in this world?!"
At the foot of the mountain, the believers and low-level Buddhist practitioners who had not yet gone far were so frightened by this sudden pressure that they prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling.
"Who...who is it?!"
"What a powerful aura! It's far stronger than that of a true Buddha or an ancient Buddha!"
"Has someone come to challenge Buddhism? Who is this? How dare they cause trouble at Wanfo Mountain?"
The discussions were tinged with fear. Everyone looked up at the mountain peak, but could only see a blurry golden light and a vague white-robed figure. They couldn't make out the specifics at all.
Deep within the Great Thunder Temple, in a meditation room where the sun never shines.
Eight figures draped in golden robes sat cross-legged, their auras serene, as if they were one with the temple. They were none other than the highest-ranking beings in Buddhism—the Great Buddhas.
At that moment, all eight figures opened their eyes simultaneously.
There was no panic in their eyes, only deep solemnity; their gazes seemed to penetrate the layers of palaces and land on the white-robed phantom on the mountaintop.
“Such a powerful aura…” A large Buddha statue on the left spoke slowly, its voice carrying the vicissitudes of time, “This aura is so powerful that it makes us all wary; it is definitely not someone from our Buddhist sect.”
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