Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The surviving Grandmasters are basically all from the Kaitian Sword Sect.

Only a few are from the Qingshan Sword Sect. As for the Dahe Sword Sect, only two guardians who had just rushed from the depths of the sect remain.

Jun Wuxie carried his hands behind his back, his thick black hair flying wildly in the surging blood energy.

His eyes coldly watched those Grandmasters who were setting up the formation, without any intention of stopping them.

He wanted these people to display their strongest stance, and then use absolute strength to defeat, crush, and blast them!

"Amitabha!"

As the Grandmasters of the Three Sword Sects formed their combined attack formation, a loud Buddhist chant echoed from a mountain peak in front of the mountain gate.

A middle-aged monk, wearing a golden kasaya, with his hands clasped together and a kind face, descended from the mountain peak, stepping on emptiness.

He stood in the air, his whole body radiating golden Buddhist light, with 卍 symbols rotating under his feet.

Everyone was immediately astonished, and they all turned their gaze to the middle-aged monk.

At this time, a strongman from the Buddhist Sect stood up. What was his intention?

Just as everyone was guessing, the middle-aged monk said to Jun Wuxie: "Little Benefactor, you have fallen into the demonic path. You should lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot, so that you can be enlightened by my Buddha and wash away your karma."

Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, turned to look at the middle-aged monk, and said: "Master, who are you?"

"This humble monk is Huikong from the Dafan Chan Sect of the Western Desert."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together, reporting his origins with a solemn face.

"Does Master belong to the World Honored One faction?"

Jun Wuxie was expressionless.

"Little Benefactor has sharp eyes. This humble monk is a devout believer under the Buddha Dharma of the World Honored One."

"This is none of your business. My Wang Sect Academy has a thousand-year grudge with the Dahe Sword Sect. We don't need you to interfere!"

Jun Wuxie's words were very direct.

"Amitabha, Little Benefactor, do not be obsessed. Little Benefactor's sins are heavy. If this continues, I am afraid you will enter the eighteenth level of hell. You should lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"Master, I want to ask you." Jun Wuxie looked at him coldly and said: "When the Dahe Sword Sect harmed people of my sect, where was Master? Why didn't Master stand up at that time and tell them to lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

"Amitabha, the predecessors of the benefactor's sect are already like this. Even if the benefactor kills all the people of the Dahe Sword Sect, the elders of the benefactor's sect will be difficult to restore. When will grievances be repaid? Letting go of hatred as soon as possible is the right path."

"Master means that my sect elders were harmed, and I should silently endure it, as if nothing happened? Master is really good at being generous with other people's possessions!"

"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk said with a kind face: "Forgive this humble monk for speaking frankly, everything in the world has cause and effect. The grievances between the little benefactor's sect and the Dahe Sword Sect will never be the fault of one party. As the saying goes, it takes two hands to clap. Has the benefactor ever looked for the cause from his own sect?"

Hearing the words of the middle-aged monk, Jiu Ye, Xu Daoling, Kongxu, Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, and Yueyao all felt anger!

The expressions of everyone present were also very exciting, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Is this saying that the victim is at fault?

It sounds reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it is sophistry.

The corner of Jun Wuxie's eyes twitched slightly, and he walked towards Huikong, came to him, and said: "Master, what did you just say about the saying, how did it go?"

"Amitabha!" Huikong lowered his eyes and said: "As the saying goes, it takes two hands to clap..."

Pa!

As soon as Huikong's voice fell, Jun Wuxie raised his golden-glowing palm and slapped him hard on the face, directly staggering him, almost unable to stand still, and a clear palm print quickly swelled on his fair face.

This slap was extremely loud, and everyone present heard it clearly.

People were dumbfounded.

This is a high monk from the Dafan Chan Sect of the Western Desert, a Domination-level Buddhist master.

Jun Wuxie actually slapped him in public!

"Sin..." A flash of ferocity flashed in Huikong's eyes, and then he forcibly endured it, and said in a deep voice: "Benefactor, it seems that you have entered the devil's way too deeply, and you are beyond redemption!"

"Master, how is it?" Jun Wuxie looked at Huikong coldly and said: "I'm just asking you, can one hand clap or not?"

Huikong was so angry that he almost suffocated. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, Little Benefactor! This slap is not that slap!"

"Is that so?"

Jun Wuxie looked at his right hand that had slapped Huikong, and then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, he raised his left hand like lightning, and slapped Huikong on the other side of his face with a pa.

This time the strength was full and the speed was extremely fast!

At close range, even a strong person like Huikong in the early stage of the Sovereign King realm could hardly dodge it.

This slap directly sent him flying, half of his face bloody.

"Evil creature, this humble monk will..."

"Shut up!"

Huikong was furious and was about to make a move, but Jun Wuxie shouted: "Master, lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot! When will grievances be repaid! How can you counterattack me? Could it be that Master's previous remarks were all hypocritical lies?"

"You!"

Huikong was immediately speechless, his heart suffocated, his chest heaved violently with anger, his whole body trembled, and the veins on his neck popped out.

Everyone looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, using the master's Buddhism to defeat the master is really amazing!"

A strong man from a Dominator force applauded on the spot.

"Little Benefactor, you are deeply trapped in the demonic path, how can you be compared with this humble monk? Today, Benefactor's crazy actions, this humble monk may have to take action to subdue the demons!"

A fierce look flashed in Huikong's eyes. As a high monk of a Dominator-level force, he was actually slapped in public by a junior, which was a great shame!

"Master seems to be just a hypocritical believer with a hypocritical appearance, a disgrace to Buddhism!" Jun Wuxie sneered, and said forcefully: "Let alone whether you have the ability to subdue me, you forcibly interfered in this matter, and you still want to make a move. I guarantee that before tomorrow, your World Honored One faction of the Dafan Chan Sect will disappear from the world!"

As soon as these words came out.

Not to mention Huikong, even the other powerful forces present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Yes.

The Military Saint set the rules a few days ago.

Today, Huikong stood up to target Jun Wuxie. If he really dared to make a move, wouldn't that be provoking the Military Saint?

The consequences are not hard to imagine!

The World Honored One faction is probably going to be removed from the list!

Huikong's eyes flickered uncertainly, and he breathed heavily.

He looked at Jun Wuxie and said in a deep voice: "Little Benefactor, all causes have retribution! A ferocious person like Little Benefactor will naturally have my Buddhist sons and daughters of the Buddhist sect suppress you in front of the Buddha in the future to purify your sins!"

"Then I have to thank Master for reminding me." Jun Wuxie said, walking towards Huikong: "Master's when will grievances be repaid is really wonderful. I still want to slap Master twice now, to fulfill Master's compassionate Buddhist heart of when will grievances be repaid."

"You!"

Huikong's face changed drastically when he heard this. Seeing Jun Wuxie walking towards him, he retreated back to the mountain peak like avoiding a snake or scorpion, his face turned blue and white, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

At this time, on the Dahe Sword Sect's side, the sound of swords rang out, and the blazing sword light soared into the sky, tearing apart large clouds in the sky, and a vast sword intent permeated out.

This sword intent has a kind of amazing majestic aura, as if it can open up the world!

Everyone showed surprise.

It seems that the Kaitian Sword Sect does not want to hide it. It has formed this kind of sword formation that obviously has the characteristics of the Kaitian Sword Sect, otherwise there would not be this kind of Kaitian aura!

The corner of Jun Wuxie's mouth raised a cruel meaning.

He suddenly turned around, his eyes coldly staring at the sword formation formed by the dozen or so Grandmasters, carrying a vast ocean of golden blood energy, like an ancient wild beast breaking out of its cage, smashing the long sky, and rushing over.