"Xiong Ba!"
"Xiong Ba!"
"Xiong Ba!!!"
The moment everyone recognized the mysterious expert chanting the scripture backward, their hearts shook violently in disbelief.
Hadn't Xiong Ba died in the battle at Mount Tian? How could he be the butcher who had been slaughtering people so wantonly these past days?
Could it be that Xiong Ba had not truly died in that battle at Mount Tian, but had instead let his primordial spirit escape and later possessed the body of some expert?
But that seemed impossible as well. Even if his primordial spirit had escaped, it should have entered an extended period of weakness. How could it still possess such formidable strength?
"Xiong Ba!?"
Purple Clad King Jing suddenly burst into laughter. He drove his monk's staff into the ground and said, "Let me tell you all—Xiong Ba is this king's beloved son. This king is the one and only, strongest Demon Buddha in this world—King Jing!"
The instant he finished speaking, Purple Clad King Jing suddenly kicked off with both feet. Under the shocked and furious gazes of the crowd, his burly body leaped into midair. As he threw back his head and gave a savage chuckle, he shook his body with inner force.
Whoosh, whoosh—
A scroll of scripture from the wicker basket on his back immediately shot forth. He then swept his monk's staff through the air, and with a rustle, the scroll unfurled and stood open in midair.
As the scroll drifted down from the air, Purple Clad King Jing descended with it, laughing. "Let this lot see the basic might of the tenth level of this king's Wuji Wudao. You may die without regrets!"
The instant his words fell, a terrifyingly vicious gleam appeared in Purple Clad King Jing's eyes—sinister, cruel, and utterly inhuman. With a