The Naga leader still felt uneasy. Who was this fellow before him? He was a disciple of the two Sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, a Buddhist Scion whom the Buddhist Sect valued immensely.
No matter how scornfully they spoke of these disciples of Sages,
they envied them, resented them, and could do nothing about them.
These fellows could not be struck, hurt, or even touched. They were notoriously difficult to deal with.
Shakyamuni smiled faintly. "No matter. Life and death are ordained; wealth and honor lie with Heaven. If this alms bowl breaks, then this tribulation was simply mine to endure. Even if something happens, I will certainly not make things difficult for you."
The Naga leader cupped his hands. "Very well, very well. Then brace yourself. If I accidentally injure you, don't blame my halberd for showing no mercy."
Shakyamuni pressed his palms together and intoned the Buddha's name. "Please strike."
The Naga leader muttered inwardly. Is this fellow truly stupid, or is he just pretending?
But since he had requested it, refusing to oblige would be looking down on him far too much.
In that case, he would hold nothing back.
He gripped the Doyang Halberd, spiritual power pouring out madly as waves of fire god flame engulfed its entire length.
He hurled the halberd with a mighty thrust. The terrifying Doyang Halberd seemed to tear through space, reaching the Buddhist Scion Shakyamuni in an instant.
Everyone's heart clenched at the sight.
They feared that one careless move would kill the Buddhist Scion.
The Buddhist Scion Shakyamuni stood as immovable as a mountain. A single clang rang out.
The Doyang Halberd fell to the ground.
The Violet-Gold Alms Bowl had automatically protected him, blocking the Doyang Halberd just in time.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck. They had not expected this alms