Lingshan's hierarchy had always been extremely rigid.
And because of the limitations of their cultivation methods, one could only summon dharma manifestations and Buddhas corresponding to one's own strength.
Unless one possessed something personally bestowed by a Buddha.
Even they had never expected Huade Buddha to have concealed himself so deeply.
Huade Buddha had already fallen into a frenzied state. After being bombarded again and again, the frustration within him finally erupted. Looking at the heavily wounded Lu Dongbin across from him, he strode forward with a savage grin, radiating incomparable pressure. "Weren't you said to nurture killing through killing, to fight with unmatched ferocity?"
"Today, I'll kill you in front of that old Daoist."
"And those other little brats from the Daoist sect as well."
"Doesn't he like blowing things up?"
"Then keep going!"
As he spoke, Huade Buddha continued forward, his oppressive presence overwhelming. Combined with the Buddha's dharma manifestation behind him, he was at the height of his momentum.
The old Daoist in the void gradually turned serious, but he still showed no intention of acting, as though pondering something.
Lu Dongbin staggered to his feet, without the slightest fear in his eyes as he looked at Huade Buddha. "You old bastards really know how to hide."
Taking a deep breath, Lu Dongbin's gaze gradually became resolute.
"The Carefree Realm's greatest improvement for me was not my body or spiritual power, but..."
"The sword I have painstakingly cultivated all these years."
With a soft murmur, Lu Dongbin beckoned.
Specks of energy suddenly gathered in the void, forming a translucent azure longsword before him. It stood horizontally in front of him, radiating peerless sharpness that soared into the heavens.
Even the dark clouds in the sky dispersed considerably.
Then the sword instantly split apart, becoming countless smaller swords