Final Showdown, Watched by All!

Liao Chen lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes hollow and unfocused.

He did not answer Xiao Yang.

His entire being was immersed in the tremendous shock of his faith collapsing and his worldview shattering, unable to break free.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yang gently shook his head.

This little Buddha's Son had decent talent, and his character was not bad either.

Unfortunately, the so-called doctrine of "compassion" taught by Ten Thousand Buddha Temple had led him completely astray.

Today, Xiao Yang had shattered his Buddha heart. For him, this might not necessarily be a bad thing.

Nothing could be built without first tearing down the old.

After destruction came rebirth.

How high he could rise in the future would depend on whether he could recover from this blow.

Xiao Yang ignored him and turned to leave.

However, at the very moment he turned around,

a hoarse and feeble voice suddenly came from behind him.

"W-wait..."

Xiao Yang stopped and looked back.

He saw that Liao Chen, who had been lying on the ground, had somehow struggled to sit up cross-legged.

His face was still as pale as paper, and his aura remained weak.

But in those hollow eyes, a faint glimmer had reignited.

It was the light of wisdom that could only appear after attaining great enlightenment.

"Th-thank you, Benefactor, for your guidance today."

Facing Xiao Yang, Liao Chen struggled to press his palms together and performed a proper Buddhist salute.

This time, the helplessness and remorse that had previously filled his face were gone.

In their place was heartfelt gratitude and admiration.

Xiao Yang looked at him and raised his brows slightly.

"Oh? You don't hate me? I shattered your Buddha heart and destroyed your Dharma form, causing thousands of years of arduous cultivation to