The three peaks of the Three Teachings had cornered the Heroic King—for the death of the White-Clad Sword Youth, and for the dignity of the entire Pili World.
"Wretches, you dare make a move against this king?" A dangerous aura flared around Gilgamesh as the Gate of Babylon stood ready to fire.
"I ask you: did the White-Clad Sword Youth die by your hand?" Buddha Sword Discourse demanded sternly.
There was a tradition in the Pili World: monks never preached about mercy and turning back from the brink.
On the contrary, when it came to violence, the Buddhist organizations of that world could only be described as savage. "Violent monk" was not merely One Page Book's title; at the very least, the silver-haired monk before him was no less brutal.
Gilgamesh raised his head arrogantly and said coldly, "Wretch, are you questioning this king, or are you looking to die?"
Shulou Longsu, dressed in splendid robes, lightly waved his round fan and smiled. "Just as expected, he refuses to listen to reason. Buddha Sword, there is no explaining it to him."
Buddha Sword Discourse had no intention of wasting further words. He had never been one for idle talk.
"Discourse, no discourse—no room for discourse!"
As those cold words rang out, killing intent suddenly erupted. The Buddha Disc left its sheath, thunder churned across the heavens, and immense sacred Buddhist power descended. A swastika mark appeared behind him, revealing the wrathful visage of a Vajra.
Gilgamesh frowned and was about to open the Gate of Babylon and attack directly when another immense Pressure Seal appeared in the sky.
The sea of clouds roiled as the purest wind sword intent swept over everything. Before the man even arrived, the entire world had been filled with grim, murderous sword intent. Faintly, countless