"What, do you want to become the second soul to die by my sword?"
Jiang Chen stared at Ghost Maitreya and spoke coldly, maintaining his usual arrogance, though now, no matter how one looked at him, there was something of a bluff about it.
The other man pressed his palms together and replied with a smile, "You worry too much, young friend. I have no wish to be your enemy."
"But the Ghost King Bodhisattva has ordered that Brother Wudi must be sent into reincarnation this time. As long as you do not interfere, this humble monk will naturally bear you no grudge!"
No one had expected Ghost Maitreya to be this cautious. Faced with a Jiang Chen who was clearly spent, he had still chosen to give up after some deliberation.
He strode toward the Soul-Suppressing Coffin and waved his hand, sending several bouncing Buddhist shrines on the ground hurtling toward Jiang Chen.
"You think I won't kill you just because you won't be my enemy?"
Jiang Chen abruptly swung his sword, unleashing Sword Qi so sharp it made scalps prickle.
Inside the clay shrines, fleshy infant heads suddenly began chanting loudly, their words coming rapidly. Strange phrases such as "Buddha drinks blood," "the worldly are veiled in dust," and "glimpse the true self" could faintly be heard.
Rays of golden light flared, forming a gigantic figure in an instant.
Its sacred countenance was solemn, its body enormous. Standing over ten meters tall, it resembled a small mountain and radiated an astonishing pressure.
It was a Buddha!
Golden light filled the sky as the enormous Buddha moved, bringing its palms together and enveloping the thick sword beam.
A terrifying, muffled boom followed.
The golden Buddha's body trembled, while the sword beam actually vanished without a trace.
"Foolish child!"
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