“Come out, all of you watching from the sidelines!” Lin Fan strode forward, his mighty frame trembling as an aura of overbearing dominance radiated from him. He gazed into the void, annoyed that these fellows had been spectating for so long.
As the old saying goes: when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits.
All these fellows thought they were the clever fisherman. What they didn’t realize, however, was that this young master was actually a robber, specially trained to snatch the clam meat right from the fisherman’s hands.
The void fell silent. The mighty beings hidden within exchanged glances, unsure of exactly what this person intended to do.
“Master, what exactly are you planning?” the Venerable Sakyamuni asked in confusion.
The powerful cultivators he had just converted were already inside the Pure Land, praying day and night, their faith flowing continuously toward him. For Sakyamuni, these cultivators were more than sufficient.
“Robbery,” Lin Fan replied calmly, as if discussing something completely ordinary. Yet for Sakyamuni, this response was quite unexpected.
“Robbery… them?” Sakyamuni was stunned. While it might be exciting, such recklessness was simply unacceptable.
The powerful cultivators hiding within the void murmured in astonishment, equally puzzled about this person’s intentions.
From their perspective, how could they possibly pay attention to such a matter? Some cultivators, realizing that the five blood mountains held no secrets, had already decided to leave and search elsewhere for the corpse of the Bloodwave Demon Lord.
“Hmph, since you won’t come out, this Emperor shall personally invite you out for a stroll.” Seeing no one emerge, Lin Fan spread his five fingers and grasped toward the void. With a thunderous boom, the void collapsed, forcibly squeezing out many cultivators.
“What is he doing?” Mur Manfeng’s brows furrowed as he felt the pressure from the void. He trembled with power, yet discovered this force was extremely formidable, something he couldn’t confront directly.
“What astonishing strength.”
Yu Liutian and others’ expressions changed slightly. Though their own cultivation bases were not weak, to be directly squeezed out of the void like this was something they found hard to believe.
“Reckless! What exactly do you think you’re doing?” A man clad in a white robe shouted angrily while floating in the void.
Other powerful cultivators voiced similar sentiments. Their expressions darkened as they glared at Lin Fan, as if demanding an explanation or else face dire consequences.
“Master, please exercise some restraint,” Venerable Sakyamuni’s heart pounded nervously. Lin Fan’s actions had left him utterly speechless.
This was practically suicide.
If these cultivators launched a joint attack, things would certainly become very interesting.
“Bald monk, I advise you to leave immediately. This Emperor is about to engage them in battle shortly,” Lin Fan did his best to urge Sakyamuni away.
“Why?” Sakyamuni was taken aback, somewhat confused. Even if one wished to show off, one should still consider the specific circumstances.
“This Emperor feels like it. Are you leaving or not?” Lin Fan glanced at the bald monk, thinking to himself that if this guy still refused to leave, then he’d truly have to admire his guts.
“Ah, since the benefactor insists, then this humble monk can only accompany you to the very end,” Sakyamuni’s expression suddenly turned serious, as if determined to stand by Lin Fan through thick and thin.
This instantly left Lin Fan dumbfounded. This bastard actually wasn’t afraid…
“Master, what does your friend mean by this?” Mur Manfeng turned toward Sakyamuni, his tone icy cold as he coldly inquired.
Mur Manfeng was no soft-hearted individual either. Anyone who had climbed to such a cultivation stage had walked the edge of a blade.
“What do you mean by what? Today, this Emperor is going to deal with all of you. Any objections? Bald monk, isn’t that right?” Lin Fan shouted loudly.
Observing the unfolding scene, Sakyamuni’s heart trembled. This patron was practically asking for death.
But what could he say at this point? This patron was simply too arrogant. If he provoked the crowd’s anger, an inevitable battle would surely follow.
“That’s correct,” Sakyamuni, though inwardly helpless, ultimately nodded in agreement.
“Did you hear that? You bunch of trash, hand over all your treasures immediately. Otherwise, this venerable monk here will convert you,” Lin Fan pointed at Sakyamuni while speaking.
Upon hearing this, the many powerful cultivators within the void changed expressions.
“Didn’t expect him to be Sakyamuni, the prodigy of the Buddha clan.”
Mur Manfeng hadn’t anticipated that this master was actually Sakyamuni, the anomaly among the Buddha clan. What surprised Mur Manfeng even more, however, was Lin Fan’s true identity.
“Hmph, you two—Sakyamuni—you’ve gone too far! Do you really believe the two of you can suppress us?” Yu Liutian coldly spoke, his eyes flashing with anger.
“This humble monk…” At this moment, Sakyamuni’s heart was filled with bitterness he couldn’t articulate. His mind was as clear as a lamp, fully understanding Lin Fan’s intentions. However, following Lin Fan’s side truly brought numerous benefits, and Sakyamuni was unwilling to leave. Besides, his chest hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Facing so many powerful cultivators now, Sakyamuni also felt conflicted. If a real fight broke out, their only option would be to flee.
“And what if we do suppress you?” At this moment, Lin Fan took another step forward, his size-shifting technique activating. A vast palm strike, brimming with his immense power, directly surged toward Yu Liutian.
“Reckless!” Yu Liutian roared furiously, his body rotating to form a storm filled with deadly intent.
The vast palm strike contained Lin Fan’s formidable spiritual power. Although Yu Liutian’s strength was formidable, his foundational cultivation depth couldn’t match Lin Fan’s.
Lin Fan easily crushed the storm within his grasp.
“Not good! I didn’t expect this fellow’s magical power to be so profound,” Yu Liutian broke out in a cold sweat, shocked that this mysterious opponent possessed such immense strength.
“Yu Divine Upper Clarity Art!”
Having previously lost to Mur Manfeng, this beast, Yu Liutian had already harbored deep resentment. If he were to lose again to this unknown opponent, it would be utterly unbearable.
In an instant, a rainbow-like light flashed. Yu Liutian’s palm broke free from Lin Fan’s giant hand, and three streams of white qi surged from behind him, piercing the heavens with their vast might.
“That guy actually held back his true strength when he was fighting against me,” Mur Manfeng’s heart tightened as he observed the scene. But in the next instant, he suddenly sensed a sharp sword intent piercing through the void, savagely slashing toward them.
“Little rogue! How dare you attack us!”
“Everyone, unite and strike him down. Divide his wealth among us!”
At this moment, Lin Fan wasn’t only targeting Yu Liutian. Suddenly, he flicked his finger, unleashing countless sword intents that slashed toward the cultivators.
Seeing the scene before him, a slight smile curved Lin Fan’s lips. His figure flickered and he swiftly retreated into the distance.
“If you’ve got the guts, follow this Emperor!” At this moment, Lin Fan’s sole thought was escape. Now that he had incited a chaotic battle, even if this bald monk wanted to follow him, he’d need the capability to do so.
“Villain, don’t run!” Numerous cultivators’ expressions darkened with fury. Without further hesitation, they all dove into the void, chasing after Lin Fan in a deadly pursuit.
“Disciple, you…” At this moment, Venerable Sakyamuni seemed stunned, watching Lin Fan vanish into the void, momentarily unable to react.
But suddenly, Sakyamuni snapped back to his senses.
“Alms-giver, wait for me!”
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