Bitter Crossing Temple cultivated Buddhism, and Buddhist cultivators had no shortage of offensive arts—Silent Meditation, karmic techniques, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the Evil-Binding Bowl, and so on. But Bushi had been born with a Buddha Heart. In theory, he could learn anything. He had no particular preference for Buddhist cultivation, so he had learned a little of everything.
And now, he briefly possessed power comparable to the Late Spirit Transformation Realm. If this power had not shared the same origin as him, he would have exploded and died long ago. Even so, he had to end this quickly—
His opponents understood that perfectly well.
"Three Spirit Transformations bullying one Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator—you really have the nerve!"
Bushi's sanity was rolling back and forth along the edge of madness. Precisely because of that, he did not even think about how he should attack. When power grew so great that it surpassed the bounds of his understanding, all he could do was wield the purest form of attack.
Today, killing one would make it worthwhile. Taking two down with him would count as good fortune. Even if one remained in the end—
His little martial granduncle would cover for him.
Bushi thus became even more unrestrained. These people were holding back against him now only because they wanted to exhaust his power, then put his worthless remains to use and extend Jingyuan City's "service life."
In the final analysis, these people could clearly have left Jingyuan City and founded cities of their own, yet they never had. They merely could not bear to part with this prosperous, wealthy capital. After all, building something bit by bit with one's own hands—how could that compare to the sweetness of snatching someone else's achievements?
"Yan Min, why be so resolute?"
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