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Chapter 436 - 437: Sending You to Meet the Buddha

Chapter 436: Chapter 437: Sending You to Meet the Buddha

"A joke! How could your pathetic life ever compare to the Jiao Scale Pill?" the black-robed old monk revealed his brutal side.

He was all smiles with the strong!

He was brutal and merciless with the weak!

"Kill him!" ordered the black-robed old monk.

A Sixth Grade Battle Spirit monk brandishing a long staff took the lead in attacking Ye Wudao, swinging with astonishing power.

"Lord of the North, be careful!" War Madman shouted.

Right as the loyal servants, Shan and E, were about to take action, they were stopped by Ye Wudao; "Leave these bald donkeys to me to kill!"

"Yes, sir!" The two powerful servants respectfully stepped back.

Watching the monk charging towards him, Ye Wudao threw a punch.

Though the punch seemed simple, it contained an extremely terrifying power.

Bang!

In an instant, the long staff in the monk’s hands shattered, and Ye Wudao’s dreadful punch, undiminished, swept through the monk’s body like a tornado.

"Ah!" The monk screamed miserably as his body exploded into a mist of blood.

With a "buzz", the minds of everyone at the scene went blank, their faces a picture of shock.

"Buddha above, what’s going on?"

"He just killed a Sixth Grade Battle Spirit monk with one punch?" The powerful figures from the Buddhist sect were stunned.

War Madman gaped in disbelief, thinking his eyes were deceiving him, and frantically rubbed them.

"Holy shit, isn’t Lord of the North’s strength too formidable? If he can kill a Sixth Grade Battle Spirit with one punch, his power must be at least that of a Seventh Grade pinnacle Battle Spirit level..." War Madman stared at Ye Wudao, finding him utterly changed from earlier.

Could it be...

Had he been feigning weakness all along to deceive his enemy and conceal his true power?

"A worthy son of the Northern King indeed!" The scorn in the black-robed old monk’s eyes vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"Bald donkeys, let’s all attack together and stop wasting time," Ye Wudao spoke indifferently.

"Arrogant!" The black-robed old monk, enraged, suddenly burst forth with the aura of a Ninth Grade Battle Spirit.

"Lord of the North, you must be very careful! This old bald monk is a Ninth Grade Battle Spirit powerhouse, and he has many tricks up his sleeve!" War Madman warned.

"Little brat, let me show you some real Buddhist techniques!" The black-robed old monk sneered coldly as he launched a palm strike filled with dazzling Jin Guang, fierce as Vajra in his wrath.

"Vajra Palm!"

Ye Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of contempt.

"Is this Ye guy too arrogant?"

"He doesn’t even take the master’s Vajra Palm seriously!" Several high-ranking Buddhist monks mocked.

But in the blink of an eye, as the black-robed old monk’s Vajra Palm struck Ye Wudao heavily, it produced a dull thud.

"This kid is done for!"

"Hit by the master’s Vajra Palm, his internal organs must be shattered!" the several high-ranking Buddhist monks exclaimed excitedly.

"I thought this son of the Northern King was something special, just a mere clown!" the black-robed old monk scoffed.

Before he finished speaking, a mocking voice casually spoke up; "The Vajra Palm you practice must be fake, right?"

What?

The black-robed old monk’s pupils contracted, realizing Ye Wudao was standing unscathed before him.

"Hiss, how is this possible? No one has been hit by my Vajra Palm and come out unscathed!"

"Let me show you a truly supreme Buddhist secret technique!" Ye Wudao said, slowly extending a finger as tremendous power continuously radiated from the tip.

"Vajra Finger!"

Whoosh!

A terrifying display of finger technique instantly pierced through the black-robed old monk’s abdomen.

"Ah!" The black-robed old monk spat out blood and, looking down at the gaping hole in his abdomen, said in horror; "Who, who exactly are you? You can use one of the Buddhist Eight Marvels, the Vajra Finger?"

The Buddhist Eight Marvels were the most powerful eight techniques of Buddhism!

Currently, they were only mastered by those elusive, high-ranking war monks at the level of Battle Kings within Buddhism!

Not even the black-robed old monk was qualified to practice them!

"Is that so hard?" Ye Wudao retorted.

"You brat, hand over the complete Cultivation Technique of the Vajra Finger, and I will spare you a whole corpse!" The black-robed old monk’s face was full of greed. Once he cultivated the Vajra Finger, his strength would definitely improve significantly, even to the point of contending with peak War Spirit experts.

"Call me Grandpa, and I’ll teach you," Ye Wudao said with a smile.

"You’re courting death!" The black-robed old monk grew angry, gripping a purple prayer staff, and wildly swung it at Ye Wudao.

Boom!

Boom!

The two fought fiercely. The black-robed old monk exerted his full strength, whereas Ye Wudao handled it with ease.

"War Madman, Prince Bei’s strength is too formidable..." Hu Ben was beside, munching on melon seeds, his face in shock.

"I take back my previous words, Prince Bei’s strength surpasses mine!" Zhan Chi said with a bitter smile, staring at Ye Wudao enviously and jealously; "How old is he, in his twenties, and already possesses the top-notch power of a War Spirit expert!"

Seeing his attacks made no progress, the black-robed old monk grew angrier, grinding his teeth; "Everyone, lend me a hand!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, several high monks appeared before the black-robed old monk, channeling their power into him.

All of a sudden, a black aura emanated from the black-robed old monk as he crazily absorbed the other people’s power!

In contrast, the faces of the other high monks changed, betraying their excruciating pain; "Master, what, what are you doing..."

"You, you’ve taken our power..."

The black-robed old monk bore a ferocious look, his eyes brimming with savage coldness; "Do you know why I brought you people along? You are nothing but fertilizer for me! Just for a critical moment, to absorb your power!"

"Master, you demon!"

"You will not die a good death!" the several high monks wailed miserably, quickly withering away, like dried-up corpses collapsing to the ground.

In contrast, the black-robed old monk’s body radiated with a scarlet light, unleashing the terrifying aura of a peak War Spirit expert!

"This baldy is too cruel, actually absorbing his own people’s power!" Hu Ben exclaimed in shock.

"What master, he’s completely a demon!" Zhan Chi’s gaze was grave.

"Hahaha, I’ve broken through to the quasi-peak War Spirit level!" the black-robed old monk was ecstatic, feeling the immense power filling his body.

"Baldy, you harm your own sect members, aren’t you afraid of being hunted by the Buddhist order?" Ye Wudao asked in return.

"Which powerful figure hasn’t ascended by stepping over the corpses of others?" the black-robed old monk said, his pupils emitting a chilling substance; "Moreover, as long as I kill you and obtain the Dragon Scale Pill promised by the royal family, I have a chance to break through to the War King level! At that time, even the royal family will curry favor with me. Who in the world can do anything to me?"

"This baldy is too despicable and shameless!"

"Indeed!" both Zhan Chi and Hu Ben said with anger in their eyes.

"Ye Wudao, your sins are too numerous, I will kill you!" the black-robed old monk said.

"The one with a heavy load of sins is you, baldy!" Ye Wudao’s dragon eyes flashed with a terrifying murderous aura.

"Insolent beast, die!" the black-robed old monk showed a brutal face, wielding the prayer staff in his hand, smashing down heavily on Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao, with a single hand, unsheathed his sword, a dreadful dark red sword light carrying an overwhelming might, suddenly blasted towards the black-robed old monk.

Spurt!

The black-robed old monk spewed fresh blood, his prayer staff breaking into two.

With a "thud," the black-robed old monk fell to the ground, utterly defeated!

His face was filled with horror, blood constantly spouting from his mouth; "No, no! This cannot be, I’ve already broken through to the quasi-peak War Spirit level, how can I not be your match?"

"Damn, Prince Bei instantly killed this great betrayer of the Buddhist order!"

"He’s too strong!" On the battlefield, Zhan Chi, and Hu Ben were as if struck by lightning, in disbelief.

"Master is mighty!"

"Master is domineering!" both the good servant and the evil servant flattered.

Ye Wudao slowly walked towards the black-robed old monk, the blade directly pointing at his neck.

"Prince Bei, please, don’t kill me! The poor monk was temporarily blinded by greed, please spare my life!" the black-robed old monk begged for mercy. Seeing that Ye Wudao was unmoved, he quickly added; "If you spare me, I will work for you for three years, how about that?"

Pausing, the black-robed old monk said with a smug look; "I am a quasi-War Spirit peak expert, much stronger than those two tomb slaves, it would be such a pity to kill me!"

"You do seem to have a point!" Ye Wudao’s lips curved into a slight smile, and in the next moment, his hand moved and the blade fell.

"Snip!"

Blood sprayed as the black-robed old monk’s body was hurled away, the wound piercing through his heart, his face filled with despair; "Why, why?"

"Because, I’m sending you off to meet the Buddha," Ye Wudao’s lips curled up.

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