On the battlefield
Wang Hao held the Blade of Plunder, sensing the energy values.
After all this time accumulating.
The energy values had reached a terrifying 246,300 points.
Looking at the massive Buddha, Wang Hao's lips curled into a sneer.
Shakyamuni's skull relic?
Who knows if he can withstand my 240,000-point Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique.
"Wuse, the Qi Xia Temple is located in my Su Jing territory, the skull relic is also enshrined in my Su Jing, and I bear the fate of Purple Gold Mountain, with my influence also in Su Jing.
Yet you refuse to support me or work for me, and instead, you go and assist others to fight against me.
Very well! Since that's the case, today I will sever your mangy head and use your blood to show the world the fate of a backstabber."
Wang Hao's words caused Master Wuse's lips to twitch hard.
However, he did not argue.
He merely put his hands together in a prayer gesture and recited a Buddhist mantra.
Amitabha.
Strangely enough, when he finished saying this, it seemed as if it had already been a rebuttal, and as if he had won.
It must be said, in some sense, this Buddhist Sect is indeed terrifying.
"Hoo————"
Wang Hao exhaled softly, assuming the sword-drawing stance.
The energy of the Blade of Plunder began to burn wildly.
A terrifying might spread outwards, centered on him.
Wuse's expression changed again, his lips moved rapidly, and golden runes spewed from his mouth, with Buddha's figure shining bright Buddha light.
He was chanting the Buddhist sutra.
Wang Hao's momentum was rising rapidly.
The energy value of the Blade of Plunder was rapidly decreasing.
Everyone held their breath, even Emperor Wushuang sat up straight.
"Brother Feng!"
Chen Yueling looked at Yan Feng, her eyes carrying a hint of worry.
"It's okay, that blade Wang Hao used before, we all witnessed it, it was formidable. Even now, I might still have a hard time withstanding it.
But the Buddha Child has the Buddha's protection, assisted by the skull relic, surely he can withstand it."
Yan Feng's words were directed at Chen Yueling and also at himself.
The Buddha Child was regarded as his biggest card. If he couldn't even deal with Wang Hao, then it would be impossible to take the Golden Bell.
"Do you think Wang Hao can defeat Master Wuse?"
"It might be a bit dangerous, right? After all, Master Wuse has acquired the skull relic!"
"If you say Wang Hao can defeat Master Wuse, there's a chance, but to defeat him in one strike seems a bit far-fetched."
.....
The crowd wasn't very optimistic about Wang Hao, even though Wang Hao was currently bursting forth with terrifying momentum.
"Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!"
Meanwhile, the Blade of Plunder had already burned 240,000 energy values.
"Tathagata Divine Palm."
At this moment, Wuse unexpectedly took the initiative to strike first.
The gigantic Buddha struck a palm towards Wang Hao.
No one ruled that only Wang Hao could attack and Wuse had to defend.
The waves emanating from Wang Hao also made Wuse feel alarmed.
So he struck at Wang Hao first.
"Hmph, Master Wuse, you got scared."
Wang Hao snorted coldly, with Wuse choosing to strike, his aura weakened.
The Blade of Plunder slightly emerged from its sheath.
"Boom————"
A terrifying Sword Qi swept in all directions, centered on Wang Hao.
Merely the escaping saber energy shredded the massive palm of light.
In an instant, everyone's eyes widened.
Even Emperor Wushuang stood up.
This aura made his scalp tingle.
"Master Wuse, take one last look at this world, Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique."
"Boom."
The treasured saber was drawn, its sharp edge piercing through the sky, and in an instant, the heavens and earth changed, with winds and clouds surging.
A brilliant saber light cleaved out, splitting the heavens, slicing through space, destroying all things.
"Great Sun Buddha, Buddhist Light Illuminates."
Facing this heaven-splitting earth-shattering strike, Wuse was shocked, spitting out blood and using a Secret Technique to enhance his power once more.
In the sky, behind the gigantic Buddha, appeared halos of light, with Buddhist light illuminating, and Buddhist chants echoing through heaven and earth.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to the Sect!!!"
Wuse planted his stance, palms facing up, using the most powerful esoteric technique engraved in the skull relic.
In an instant, the sky filled with countless Buddha phantoms, each solemn and enormous.
They sent forth countless golden palm imprints, the very space being crushed down.
Yet all of this was in vain.
Where the moon blade passed, everything perished, the palm shadows vanished, the Buddhas were ripped apart, the Buddhist light was annihilated, and even space was cut asunder.
"Amitabha."
Just as the slashing strike reached the giant Buddha, the Buddha opened its eyes, two golden lights illuminating the heavens and earth, its mouth chanting a Buddhist mantra, the sound spreading for miles.
It clasped its hands together, catching the slash.
The terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, but it indeed caught it.
"Succeeded!"
Yan Feng pressed excitedly against the city wall, for in that instant, he thought Wuse was done for.
Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn, with the Buddha having a trump card.
Chen Yueling was also tightly clenching her fists.
This battle, they absolutely cannot lose; otherwise, they might die here.
The spectators also had wide, bright eyes.
The evaluation of Wuse in their hearts increased yet again.
Truly living up to being the Buddhist Child possessing the skull relic, exceedingly powerful.
Bai Muran, Chen Lingxue, and others had faces of despair.
They were on Wang Hao's side, and if this strike was countered, then Wang Hao was defeated.
He would have to voluntarily hand over the Golden Bell.
This is not merely losing the Golden Bell; he would face karmic backlash.
