The old monk struck with Buddha's light shining everywhere. The old monk seemed compassionate, but in truth, he was indeed an expert at killing everyone to silence them.
The Flower-Twirling Finger targeted White Dragon, pouring almost all its power onto the Great Sun True Dragon. The force of heaven and earth spread outward, its aftershocks covering Senior Jiang, Xiang Yuan, and Madam Huaize, intending to kill them all with a single finger.
Lotus Zen Monastery had won its golden belts through murder and arson; naturally, its abbot, Fa Kong, was no good monk. But that did not hinder his profound Buddhist teachings. His cultivation stood at the very peak among the Innate realm, and the force of heaven and earth he borrowed far surpassed White Dragon's. Even the slightest aftershock was beyond Xiang Yuan and Madam Huaize's ability to withstand.
The difference was that Xiang Yuan was human. The Buddha's light would not directly destroy him. Accompanied by Buddhist chants that seemed near one moment and distant the next, his Primordial Spirit was dragged into an illusion.
A great golden mountain temple stood before him, where the Buddha himself expounded the Dharma and imparted supreme Zen mysteries, seeking to instill in him the fearless spirit of cutting flesh to feed an eagle.
Simply put: Our Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to kill. So why don't you kill yourself?
Madam Huaize suffered far worse. Born a demon, she met Buddha's light as though being fried in boiling oil. Flames rose from the feet of her beautiful transformed body, while sparks hissed from her true form, the great locust tree. In an instant, black smoke coiled around her as raging flames surged up.
Trapped within boundless Buddhist Dharma, she could not feel her body's agony. Silent and still, she wore a