Senior Disciple Brother Niu Ben's Reputation Is Actually This Useful?

Mahabrahma swept a cold glance over the trembling Rogue Cultivators around him, a cruel sneer curling at his lips.

"A pack of ants, and you dare covet the Purple Mansion opportunity?"

He abruptly raised the blood-colored saber in his hand. Blood Light surged brilliantly from its blade as he prepared to cleave down at the crowd below.

If that strike landed, at least several thousand people present would die!

The Rogue Cultivators were so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies; they did not even have the strength to run.

At that critical moment.

From the western horizon came a sudden burst of melodious Buddhist Chant.

At first, the chant was faint, as though echoing from the edge of the heavens. Yet in the blink of an eye, it became incomparably resounding, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The somewhat gloomy sky was instantly dyed a brilliant gold.

Golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air across the void, radiating a gentle, holy glow that completely dispersed the cold, baleful qi brought by the Blood Sea.

"Amitabha."

A buddha's name rang out like a great bell, sounding within every person's heart.

Immediately afterward.

A gigantic Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit slowly emerged from the golden light.

Seated atop the Lotus Throne was a young monk clad in a brocade kasaya, his face filled with compassion.

His palms were pressed together, his bearing solemn and dignified. Rings of dazzling Buddha Light floated behind his head, and his entire person exuded an air of mercy for all living beings.

It was none other than Ananda—the Personal Disciple of a Western Teachings Saint.

Behind Ananda followed several dozen bald monks, each holding demon-subduing vajras and violet-gold alms bowls, their presence stern and imposing.

"People from the Western Teachings have arrived!"

"What a grand display! They've even