Destroying the Southwest Bureau

Upon the semicircular golden psychic barrier of the Four Directions Protective Grand Array, streams of array circuits flowed, swiftly condensing into the shape of a giant hand. Carrying golden divine radiance, it pressed down upon Li Fan below.

Golden swastikas flowed across the giant hand, flowers drifted down, and Buddhist chants rang out in waves, enveloping the entire Southwest Bureau of the Anomaly Administration.

Inside the guardroom at the entrance of the Southwest Bureau, the on-duty personnel who had been blocked outside the array were all dumbfounded.

What the fuck was this!?

A palm technique falling from the heavens!?

The Buddha's Palm?

As they stood there in a daze, a chaotic yet impassioned medley suddenly began playing beside their ears.

It included Knife Society Overture, Cloud Palace Rapid Sound, The Road to Heaven Is Wide and Broad, Mahā Unthinkable, Love of a Lifetime, and more, and more, and more.

The chaotic music played, yet each piece had its own distinctive melody. Their minds could easily distinguish every tune, yet they could also hear all the others clearly. In an instant, the investigators at the entrance felt as though their emotions had been torn into countless pieces, with every piece fully immersed in a different song. Their blood boiled, and they wished they could rush in at once and start slaughtering.

Within the Southwest Bureau compound, Gao Quan also sensed that something was wrong. He stared at the scene before him in astonishment.

Seven or eight figures had emerged from Li Fan's eyes.

There was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven from the traditional version, wearing a soaring crown, chainmail armor, and cloud-walking boots.

There was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven in the style of a chuuni anime boy, draped in a scarlet cape dozens of meters long.

There was Sun Wukong