"That’s right, we are devoted to Buddha. The Buddha Ancestor will protect us. You can’t possibly kill us!" "Young man, I advise you to put down the butcher’s knife. In doing so, the Buddha Ancestor will forgive your sins. Otherwise, you will be cast into Avici Hell, never to be reborn!" Angry voices erupted from the crowd. Although in their hearts, Abbot Kongwen had committed an unforgivable sin. But his sins should be judged by the Buddha Ancestor. That’s why they stood in front of Monk Kongwen, using this method to prove their devotion to Buddha Ancestor. Xu Wendong wielded his longsword, unleashing a powerful and murderous aura. The intense pressure sent shockwaves through everyone, making them feel as if the person before them had transformed into a prehistoric beast, suffocating them with fear. This murderous aura instilled fear and unease in some, causing them to flee in terror, unwilling to remain before those monks. As Xu Wendong counted to two, the originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and a furious wind howled as if the end of the world was imminent. The abrupt climate change, along with the murderous intent emanating from him, filled countless hearts with intense terror. Even though many wished to gain recognition from the Buddha Ancestor through this opportunity, when faced with life or death, they chose survival! Many fled far away, but dozens remained with determined gazes, standing before the monks. They wanted to prove their devotion through action, hoping for the Buddha Ancestor’s favor. Even if they truly died, their souls would enter the Western Paradise World. As Xu Wendong counted to one, a silver lightning bolt suddenly tore through the darkened skies. A deafening thunder followed, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, making everyone dizzy, with some faint-hearted individuals even passing out from fear. "I’ve given you the chance. Since you didn’t seize it, now I will start killing!" Xu Wendong’s face lit up with a manic smile as he raised his longsword, directly slashing at a middle-aged woman with an arrogant face before him. "Buddha Ancestor will protect me, you can’t possibly kill..." Before the middle-aged woman could finish her sentence, her hands instinctively grasped her throat. Bright red blood gushed from between her fingers, appearing shockingly gruesome. "Why is this happening?" Terror flickered in the middle-aged woman’s eyes, as she thought the Buddha Ancestor would protect her. Yet now she clearly felt her life force rapidly depleting. Xu Wendong gently wiped the blood off the sword’s tip: "Trust in Buddha, how can it compare to trusting oneself?" The middle-aged woman fell dead, eyes wide open even at death, unable to accept this outcome. Those who had previously left now gazed with eyes full of relief, grateful for their wise choice. Otherwise, the same day next year would have marked their funeral. Xu Wendong pointed his sword at the people before him, his eyes cold: "Do you see? The Buddha you speak of did not shelter you, nor showed you any mercy!" Those people stood unmoved, even though Xu Wendong had just killed one of their own, they still believed the Buddha Ancestor would surely protect them. Even if they truly died, they would enter the Western Paradise World. Seeing the foolish yet clear gaze in their eyes, Xu Wendong shook his head in resignation. Then, he slashed out with his sword, unleashing a terrifying wave of sword qi that instantly severed over a dozen people, taking their lives. Blood’s strong stench filled the small world, making people almost vomit. This also awakened some of the populace, who screamed and fled to the distance, no longer daring to stand before the monks. Xu Wendong looked at Monk Kongwen, whom he had severely injured, and asked indifferently, "Master, you know I want to kill you." "Since that’s the case, why do you let these innocent people stand in front of you?" "Isn’t the Buddhist Sect supposed to save the suffering? I enter Hell to save others, and now you hide behind them, isn’t that against the Buddhist Sect’s principles!" Monk Kongwen gritted his teeth and asked, "What exactly do you want?" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Xu Wendong displayed a sardonic smile: "I want... a world without Buddha!" Such a simple statement revealed Xu Wendong’s ambition, causing everyone to shiver. To know, the Buddhist Sect has existed for countless ages, and never has someone uttered such audacious words. Even in the Taoist Sect’s heyday, no ancestor dared be so arrogant. Monk Kongwen’s eyes grew cold: "Young man, although I don’t know why you are against our Buddhist Sect, your actions will surely incur the Buddha Ancestor’s displeasure. He will surely send his manifestation to suppress you!" Xu Wendong slashed out with his sword, instantly taking over a dozen lives, intensifying the blood smell at the scene. He lit a cigarette, using its aroma to dissipate the surrounding blood smell. His gaze also darkened, coldly: "I indeed want the Buddha Ancestor to send his manifestation, then I will see if he dares to come!" He slashed out again. All the people standing before the monks died tragically on the spot. Xu Wendong longed for the Buddha Ancestor’s manifestation to descend into this world so that he could cut it down and vent his wrath. "I will help the Buddha Ancestor send you to the other side!" The neighboring old monk shouted angrily, releasing a beam of golden light that soared into the air. Transformed into a millstone-sized Golden Bowl. The Golden Bowl hovered slowly in mid-air, emitting dazzling Buddhist light, especially the ancient and profound Buddhist symbols on the Gold Foil, giving an overwhelming sense of pressure. The Gold Foil emitted a terrifying devouring force, sweeping towards Xu Wendong. Xu Wendong stood calmly, with a hint of disdain: "This Gold Foil alone dares to try and kill me?" He had long become the Controller of the Kunlun Mountains Minor World, regarding the Golden Bowl as insignificant. Unless the Golden Bowl could devour the Kunlun Mountains Minor World along with him. Otherwise, it couldn’t harm him. The old monk’s eyes showed arrogance: "This is a secret treasure of our Buddhist Sect, suppressing you is no trouble!" Saying this, his hands pinched the spell, and the Golden Foil instantly exploded with dazzling golden light, like a blazing sun, illuminating the small world. The void above Xu Wendong’s head twisted rapidly and was devoured by the Golden Bowl. Xu Wendong stood there quietly, unaffected by anything, making the old monk internally restless. "This thing, it’s hardly impressive!" Xu Wendong displayed a sardonic grin: "Now, it’s my turn!" With that, he slashed out once more. This slash was unstoppable and undeniable. Like a rainbow piercing the sun, it cut the Golden Bowl in two before all the horrified eyes...