His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.
Everyone in Buddhism stared at him in astonishment, finding it hard to believe that Jin Chanzi, originally a disciple of the Buddha and a master of Buddhist teachings, had become the master of the demonic path.
Then Wutian continued, "Now that the entire demonic destiny has been integrated into my body, how can you, a mere hypocrite who has not even reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, compare to me!"
His voice was full of contempt and mockery, making the Buddha's face even more unpleasant.
However, just as Wutian was feeling smug, a disdainful voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "Hmph! A bunch of ants, daring to act recklessly in my Buddhist sanctuary!"
The sound was like a booming bell, deafening.
Everyone looked in astonishment toward the sound, only to see that Zhunti was radiating golden light, as dazzling as the sun.
His figure appeared like lightning, instantly appearing beside the Great Sun Tathagata.
Upon witnessing this scene, even the Buddha himself did not hesitate to clasp his hands together, kneel down respectfully, and shout, "Greetings, Master!"
Seeing this, Yang Jian and Zi Shou were extremely unwilling, but facing a sage, they had no choice but to kneel down and say in unison, "Greetings, Sage!"
However, amidst this solemn and respectful atmosphere, one person stood out conspicuously.
Wutian and the group of demonic cultivators behind him stood still without any intention of bowing, as if they didn't take Zhunti seriously at all.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti frowned, his face filled with anger, and he shouted, "How dare you not kneel before me!"
His voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the space and inspiring fear in everyone.
Immediately afterwards, Zhunti released an incomparably vast aura of sainthood without any mercy, like a heavy mountain pressing straight down on the demonic cultivator.
Wherever this aura passed, the void seemed to be torn apart, emitting a series of crackling sounds.
Despite the terrifying pressure from Zhunti, Wutian showed no fear.
He raised his hand without changing his expression, tightly gripping a large black banner covered with golden Taoist patterns, exuding a mysterious aura.
Without hesitation, Wutian waved the banner, and in an instant, terrifying black energy emanated from it.
Like a black torrent, it crashed directly into Zhunti's saintly aura.
A deafening roar was heard as two powerful forces collided violently, as if the entire world trembled.
The terrifying energy surge generated by the impact swept outwards like a raging hurricane, destroying everything in its path.
The terrifying airflow surged forth like a raging torrent, sweeping towards everyone present with overwhelming force.
The crowd was stunned by this powerful force, and their bodies involuntarily retreated.
Some people even flashed away like lightning, quickly escaping the impact range of that terrifying airflow.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment.
He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.
As a saint, the saintly aura he exuded was so easily resisted by someone who had not yet reached the saintly realm!
Besides Yuan Zhexian, Wutian was the second person who could resist his own aura before becoming a saint.
At the same time, Wutian held the large banner tightly in his hand, a smug smile appearing on his lips.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep yet tinged with confidence: "This is the Demonic Banner!"
Wutian's words echoed in the air, as if carrying an invisible pressure.
He continued, "This Demon Banner was forged from the demonic energy of Lord Luo Hou, as well as the bodies and residual essences of many powerful demons."
He paused, then continued, "Although its attack power is not as strong as that of a supreme innate treasure, its defensive power is definitely stronger than the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda in the hands of the sage Laozi!"
Wutian became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder, until finally he even laughed with a hint of smugness.
However, his laughter did not last long.
He suddenly stopped smiling, turned his gaze to Zhunti, a sly glint in his eyes, and said, "Leaving aside this Demonic Banner, the Western World itself is the gathering place of my Demonic Path."
His tone revealed a familiarity with and control over the Western world, as if this were his territory.
Wutian's voice grew increasingly impassioned: "Back then, the Dao Ancestor and Lord Luo Hou waged an earth-shattering battle between the Dao and the Demon."
Ultimately, the Dao Ancestor prevailed, but you two seized the opportunity to usurp the Western World, thus achieving sainthood.
"Now that I have become the new Lord of the Demonic Path, due to these karmic connections, as long as I am in the Western World, no one in your Buddhism can possibly kill me!"
Wutian's voice echoed in the air, revealing an unshakeable confidence and majesty.
He paused slightly, then continued, "Not to mention, I also possess the peerless magic weapon, the Demonic Banner!"
The Demon Banner swayed gently in his hand, seemingly radiating endless magical power that made people afraid to look directly at it.
Upon hearing Wutian's words, Zhunti's expression turned solemn.
He closed his eyes and began to calculate, trying to verify whether what Wutian said was true.
Time passed second by second.
Finally, Zhunti slowly opened his eyes.
His face was filled with shock, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Despite his extreme reluctance to believe it, the result he calculated was exactly the same as what Wutian had said.
Zhunti took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and then looked at Wutian, asking, "Since that's the case, what exactly do you want?"
Upon seeing Zhunti's reaction, Wutian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He said slowly and deliberately, "I want half of the Western world."
Upon hearing this, Zhunti's expression changed drastically, his face filled with rage, and a terrifying killing intent surged from his body, like an enraged lion.
He roared, "That's absolutely impossible!"
However, Wutian remained unusually calm in the face of Zhunti's rage.
He still had a smile on his face and said slowly, "I advise you to think twice before you act."
Although his tone was calm, the threat in it was self-evident.
"As long as the Demon Banner is in my hands, I can easily reconstruct the primordial spirits of my demonic followers, bringing them back to life!"
"So, what do you think the outcome would be if I were to immediately pit the demonic path against your Buddhism?"
Wutian's words struck Zhunti's heart like a heavy hammer.
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