Rumble—!
Above the vault of heaven, the clouds continued to churn, gathering into a sea of clouds. Lightning faintly intertwined within them, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
"Amitabha!"
Several Foundation Establishment Late Stage monks suddenly came together, their faces wearing expressions of serenity. With their palms pressed together, they began chanting Buddhist hymns in unison.
"Benefactor, you have already fallen into the Demonic Path. Why not cast down your butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot?"
As soon as they finished speaking, strands of golden Buddhist light shot from their bodies, carrying dense killing intent as they flew straight at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's expression turned cold. With a flip of his hand, he took the brilliantly golden relic from his Storage Ring and said icily, "Your Buddha—I'll kill him all the same!"
Then, the Bone Sword in his hand abruptly transformed into a swath of purplish-gold sword shadows, instantly blocking the monks' golden Buddhist light. Immediately afterward, he controlled his sword through the air, tracing out the Nine Palaces overhead.
"Earth Territory Sword Formation, open!" he shouted in a deep voice. He suddenly stamped his foot, and the flying sword beneath him instantly froze in midair. Then, with a boom, a ring of invisible ripples spread out. A massive Eight Trigrams Sword Formation suddenly appeared in the air, glowing with wisps of white light as it slowly rotated.
"Th-this is a relic! Which Martial Uncle did he kill?" The monks were instantly shocked, crying out as they stared at the relic in Chen Fan's hand.
"Stop spouting nonsense. Our Martial Uncles are all Golden Core Realm powerhouses—how could he possibly kill them? He must have stolen it from somewhere." An older monk coldly rebuked them.
"How presumptuous! Benefactor, return our Buddhist sect's relic at once!" At that moment,