Chapter 681: Chapter 200: The Ghost King as the Buddhist Sect’s Mount? Daoist Priest Fan Will Cut It Down Just the Same! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter for Subscription)_2

The golden glow was like the light of the Buddha.

It illuminated the entire mountain range.

But this kind of golden light did not give people the refreshing sensation of Buddha’s light; instead, it made people feel as if they were falling into an ice cave. The temperature it brought was cold, and this made it seem very contradictory.

And very eerie.

Who would have thought that a Ghost King entrenched in this region would be so audacious? He even dared to impersonate the Buddha, which was akin to a heretic posing as the Jade Emperor.

Such gall!

Perhaps there really wasn’t such a thing as divine retribution in this mystical world; otherwise, for such a boldly audacious move by the Myriad Sons Ghost King, he would’ve probably been crushed by the real Buddha’s finger long ago.

Oh!

If it were the true Buddha himself, it might not even require a finger—a mere thought would probably be enough.

"It’s... It’s the Ghost King!" The group of lesser evil spirits previously blown away by the blast were looking with fear and admiration at the figure bathed in the Buddha’s light.

"Once the Ghost King makes a move, that madman will definitely not be his match! Even if he can defeat the Nether Blade Saber General, he can’t possibly be a match for the Ghost King!"

"That’s right! The Ghost King has a formidable reputation even in the Netherworld; that mere mortal, no matter how powerful, is no use at all!"

"Hiss, is this the Ghost King’s heaven-reaching supernatural power?"

"Mommy... When that guy swung his saber at me, I felt as if I was a goner."

"Is that guy really human? Is he not some demon or devil?"

"Now that the Ghost King has appeared, that madman is doomed for sure!"

"Absolutely!!!"

"..."

Before this, these lesser evil spirits, upon seeing the Nether Blade Saber General sent flying by Fan Wu, all appeared as pale as death, disheartened, as if doomsday had come, and the ground had collapsed beneath them.

They suddenly lost their backbone.

One by one, they turned into headless flies, feeling that they would soon follow the footsteps of the two unfortunate gatekeepers.

Until the Myriad Sons Ghost King appeared, their backbone, as it seemed, had returned.

No longer so panicked. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

No longer so flustered.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King, now towering ten feet tall, gazed down at Fan Wu below with its hollow eyes. It actually posed with a Buddhist salute and then said to Fan Wu, "Mortal Cultivator, intruding into the Western Paradise, slaughtering the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Spirit Mountain, what crime should you be charged with? And... having seen my true form, why do you not bow?"

After these words fell, the Myriad Sons Ghost King brought its palms together, and the humming sound created by the clashing of its palms formed visible golden sound waves that quickly spread in all directions.

The first to be hit was Fan Wu, who was the closest to the Myriad Sons Ghost King; he was the most severely affected by the golden sound waves.

But... such a force, capable of exploding a person’s body from the flesh and blood,

When it fell upon Fan Wu, only managed to make his hair flutter slightly at the back of his head.

It only made the clothes on Fan Wu’s body sway a little.

That was all!

"Tch!" With one hand on the hilt of his saber, Fan Wu planted the end of the hilt into the ground. Then he lifted his head to look at the massive body of the Myriad Sons Ghost King. His eyes were not discomforted by the dazzling golden Buddha’s light, and his face broke into a slight smile, "If you evil spirit bowed to me, perhaps I could make your death... a little less miserable."

Such words were undoubtedly provocative, and the provocation was successful. Fan Wu saw the eyelids of the Myriad Sons Ghost King twitch slightly because of his statement.

"Impudent whelp, how disrespectful!" The hollow eyes of the Myriad Sons Ghost King flashed with a sharp light.

It raised a palm and slammed it directly towards the approaching Fan Wu!

The large golden palm, emanating golden Buddha’s light, was extremely bright and dazzling.

And...

It actually carried a hint of Buddha-nature.

This indicated that the Myriad Sons Ghost King wasn’t merely impersonating the Buddha; it had some connection with the Buddhist Sect, and this connection was probably profound.

The palm emanating dazzling Buddha’s light, when it swung down, created gusts of wind akin to a hurricane.

The monstrous palm had not even landed on Fan Wu,

Yet the wind it stirred had blown away the lesser evil spirits, who delighted in Fan Wu’s misfortune and wanted to see his downfall, once again.

These weaker evil spirits

Were simply not fit to participate in such a battle.

Even getting close to Fan Wu and the Myriad Sons Ghost King was exceedingly dangerous for them.

Among them...

Some lesser evil spirits that were closer to the combatants were directly ground into dust!

They did not die at the hands of Fan Wu,

But at those of the Myriad Sons Ghost King.

A ghastly sight!

Fan Wu, standing firm, watched the giant golden palm come hurtling at him, and his face bore no trace of fear, the wild smile still unabated.

Brandishing his saber, he met it head-on!

Boom!!!

The moment Fan Wu’s saber collided with the massive palm of the Myriad Sons Ghost King, the entire mountain trembled, as if it had been blasted with a ton of explosives, and the deafening roar could even be heard by people in the distance.