Qin Mu's figure passed through the golden rain of light drifting across the sky and continued forward.
His pace was not fast, yet it carried a steady rhythm. Every step seemed to tread upon Jieyin and Zhunti's hearts, making them feel as though they were suffocating.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
Jieyin's voice trembled. For the first time, an expression called "despair" appeared on his suffering-worn face.
"His power... his Dao... completely surpasses ours! Within this Buddha Kingdom, he is the true master!"
This was simply too ironic.
The world they had painstakingly constructed to suppress their enemies had instead become the other party's slaughterhouse.
As Qin Mu advanced, every Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat who dared stand in his way was reduced to dust beneath the edge of the Destruction Divine Spear.
This resplendent Buddha Kingdom World was visibly becoming emptier and more deathly silent by the moment.
At last, Qin Mu stopped.
Before him stood a Spirit Mountain ninety thousand zhang tall. At its summit sat two golden Buddhas, each ten thousand zhang in height, cross-legged in meditation.
They were Jieyin and Zhunti's Dharma true bodies.
They were the final core of this Buddha Kingdom World.
Qin Mu's gaze calmly swept over Zhunti's Dharma form, the somewhat shorter one holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
His eyes were like those of someone looking at a dead man.
Locked beneath Qin Mu's gaze, Zhunti felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, turning his entire body cold.
He knew that he would be next.
Qin Mu slowly raised the Destruction Divine Spear in his hand, its tip pointing remotely at Zhunti.
"Your turn."
"Ahhh! Qin Mu! I'll fight you to the death!"
Locked onto by that icy killing intent, Zhunti completely fell