The Strongest War God

Chapter 2063: Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm Chapter 2063: Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation At this moment, all living beings in the world were drawn to the ominous sight of blood staining the sky.

“What is this?

Why has the sky changed color?” An immortal king stared at the blood-red cloud above, his voice trembling with shock.

“What a dense blood Qi… Just how many lives were taken to amass this?” Even a seasoned peak-stage cultivator stood in disbelief, gazing skyward.

“That direction… It’s Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!” On the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, the battle had already begun.

Herve Jervis and the yellow-robed monk charged toward Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen.

Meanwhile, Benaiah Strunk stood protectively in front of Braydon Neal.

As the power within Braydon’s body surged, the banished immortal Dharma power in the small world grew rapidly.

Sensing Braydon’s intensifying aura, Benaiah nodded approvingly.

“Not bad.

As expected of my disciple.” High in the sky, Scipio and Elder Juntenen roared in unison.

“Benaiah, you old fart!

If you dare to lay another improper thought on my Lotus Feather Pavilion disciple, I’ll break your legs!” Herve’s expression darkened as he swung his staff fiercely at Scipio.

“How dare you get distracted in a fight with me?

Arrogant fool!” A golden bell materialized before Scipio, just as Herve’s blood-stained staff struck it.

The Golden Sacred Bell emitted a deafening buzz before retaliating with a sudden, forceful strike at Herve.

His expression shifted abruptly as he raised his hand, summoning a golden swastika to block the attack.

“Disgusting weapon!” Herve spat with a scowl.

“Ha!

And yet you still rely on the Buddhist Sect’s Great Mercy Seal.” Scipio taunted, a mocking grin on his face.

“Herve, you hardly resemble a benevolent monk anymore.” Scipio let the Golden Sacred Bell’s power coalesce into a mirror facing Herve, reflecting a bloodshot, menacing visage that deepened the ruthlessness in Herve’s gaze.

“Let this Buddha send you to paradise!” Vengeful spirits writhed and wailed on Herve’s blood-stained staff as he charged toward Scipio.

“Golden Sacred Bell, ring!” Scipio raised his palm, causing the bell to vibrate violently and release a powerful sound wave.

“Buzz!” Herve braced himself with his staff, trying to withstand the golden bell’s force.

But in the next moment— “Puff!” Herve coughed up a mouthful of blood as his body was hurled backward.

“You’ve forced my hand!” A dark expression flickered across Herve’s face as he retrieved a blood-soaked— “Yellow-robed Buddha, you’re struggling too,” Elder Juntenen teased, casually sipping from his wine gourd while floating in the air.

The yellow-robed monk’s sinister smile barely concealed his irritation.

“Heh, Juntenen, your dodging skills have certainly improved over the years.” Elder Juntenen waved dismissively.

“Oh, stop, you’re making me blush.

Hahaha!” As Elder Juntenen chuckled, the space behind him abruptly tore open, revealing a massive golden palm striking toward him.

“Fool!

Did you think I was reminiscing with you for fun?

My Boundless Nature is already behind you.

Prepare to enter the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl on the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain and contemplate the great path forever!” The yellow-robed monk smirked maliciously.

But suddenly— “Oh, really?” A voice sounded directly behind the monk, making his pupils contract as he spun around.

Elder Juntenen stood there, still swaying his gourd nonchalantly.

“When?!” The yellow-robed monk instinctively retreated while commanding the golden palm to suppress Elder Juntenen.

Yet, an overwhelming sense of danger washed over him.

Activating the indestructible golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, he braced himself—only for a white longsword imbued with unstoppable sword intent to slash at his back.

Elder Juntenen grinned.

“I was just messing with you.

This is my real body.” The monk’s face twisted in rage, realizing Elder Juntenen had toyed with him.

“Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm!” He roared, unleashing spiritual power that summoned a massive golden palm from the blood cloud above the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

Below, the expressions of level-nine transcendents turned grim.

Their auras were locked—escape was impossible.

Level nine transcendence ranking number one, Fedele Licata, stepped forward.

“Everyone, strike at the attacks above with me!

Otherwise, we’ll be gravely injured, if not killed!” Wielding his halberd, Fedele radiated immense power, causing even seasoned transcendents to hesitate.

“Open!” With a mighty slash, his halberd created a deep gash in the golden palm, though it refused to collapse.

The other level-nine transcendents joined in, launching attacks.

But the gap between them and the tenth level became glaringly evident.

As the yellow-robed monk observed their efforts, he sneered.

“Ants… all of you below the tenth level.

Breaking my Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm?

Don’t make me laugh.

These attacks are pathetic.” His bloodthirsty gaze turned toward the struggling transcendents.

“With so many level-nine believers in my palm, I’ll ascend to the next level soon!” Benaiah, still guarding Braydon, scoffed.

“Arrogant fool!

I’m still here, and you’re boasting already?” Crossing his arms, Benaiah looked up at the golden palm and smirked.

“A flawed move.

You can only dominate those weaker than you.”

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