The Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Cultivation Family

Chapter 1022: Raise your hand and kill!

One man is in charge, no one can open it!

The Golden Lotus Buddha's body was like an ancient general guarding the border, frightening the enemy so much that they dared not cross the border even a single step.

In front of me are fluttering flags and piles of bones, and behind me is the prosperous homeland!

It creates an extremely strong sense of contrast.

All the warriors in China were extremely excited. It was because during this period, the Western saints led their forces to offend China again and again. Even the earthly immortals in China were powerless and could only sign an oath to restrain these saints.

But now a genius has returned with great strength and shattered all of this.

With powerful strength and bloody reality, we can tell these Western saints what "the great China is not a place for barbarians to tamper with" means?

However, the faces of these Western saints were ugly.

It was as if he had been slapped hard in the face, and anger burst out of his eyes.

"Huh! How domineering!"

"Next, should we be intimidated by your domineering aura and submit to you?"

"Anyone can say arrogant words, it just depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

The Saint of the Blood Clan, the Saint of the Western Holy City, and the Saint of the Werewolf Clan all mocked loudly, and the coldness in their eyes became more and more intense.

The Golden Lotus Buddha's gaze was fixed on them: "One last reminder for you."

His gaze then rested on the Saint of Dragon Hall.

"I only killed him, so you can let bygones be bygones."

"You only have one chance, so please cherish it."

There was a genuine truth in these words, not a hint of arrogance. Yet, it was even more infuriating than arrogance itself. It was a sheer disregard, and the Western saints were instantly enraged.

The Saint of the Holy Temple sneered, "I'm waiting for you to kill me, I'm just afraid you can't reach me."

There was three parts of sarcasm and seven parts of calmness in his words.

With so many Western saints present, the saints of Dragon Hall had no worries at all.

These saints were all veteran saints, having achieved breakthroughs before Earth's spiritual energy had even revived. Although previously constrained by the shackles of heaven and earth, they had also honed a deep foundation in the realm of sainthood.

After the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, it was even more powerful and could not be stopped.

The Blood Clan Saint even broke through to the middle stage of Earth Immortal.

The Golden Lotus Buddha shook his head, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Since these people wanted to die so badly, then let them do it.

An invisible aura was released, covering the entire world, and the air was filled with murderous energy, spreading in all directions.

The Golden Lotus Buddha walked straight towards the Saint in the Dragon Hall.

That's right, just go.

Boom!

Demonic energy is spreading, and the demon king's body is activated!

A blood moon appeared in a pair of eyes at the same time, and the aura of killing, tyranny, and bloodthirstiness condensed and turned into an oppression so thick that it could not be dissolved, rushing straight towards the Saint of the Western Holy City.

"Holy Light Armor!"

"Sword of Justice!"

The holy light from the saint of the Western Holy City surged, dazzling and brilliant, condensing into a set of radiant armor.

A large holy sword also appeared in his hand.

A sacred breath emanated.

The saint of the Western Holy City shook his arm, and a ray of holy sword energy came out to kill.

The Golden Lotus Buddha stretched out his palm and slapped out.

At the first encounter, the holy light sword energy was annihilated.

The sword of punishment broke.

The Holy Light Armor also exploded. The Saint of the Western Holy City was like a child who was slapped by an adult. A bloody mark appeared on his body and he flew out.

The Golden Lotus Buddha body continued to move towards the Dragon Hall Saint, and a terrible pressure came pressing down.

Finally, the expressions of the saints in the West became solemn.

They sensed danger from the Golden Lotus Buddha's body, especially the Blood Clan's mid-stage Earthly Immortal Saint, whose eyelids twitched.

A look of shock.

Although I don’t know why this unbelievably young descendant has such a powerful aura.

But his intuition told him that if he insisted on stopping the Golden Lotus Buddha's body from approaching the Dragon Hall Saint, he might have to pay a heavy price.

So, he, the Saint of the Western Holy City, and the Saint of the Werewolf Tribe took a step back together.

"You guys!" The Dragon Hall Saint's face changed drastically, and he looked incredulous.

His allies had actually abandoned him. What infuriated him the most was that they had such a cold expression on their faces, as if they didn't care about his life at all.

It's like a lion meeting a tiger in the jungle and trying to steal his prey.

After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to give up his prey.

Purely, they are not on the same level of existence.

The Dragon Hall Saint's expression changed dramatically. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he unleashed a magical power. A dragon's roar resounded, and the power of an earthly immortal spread out.

This pressure, which could terrify the Chinese warriors, was nothing in the eyes of the Golden Lotus Buddha.

In an instant, the Golden Lotus Buddha extended a finger.

In an instant, everything was quiet.

There is only the sound of the Yangtze River rushing.

The dragon's roar and the power of the earth immortal disappeared.

A bloody hole appeared in the Dragon Hall Saint's chest, oozing blood. It was only a centimeter from his heart, or he would have died.

This is far more terrifying than breaking his heart.

This shows that the young man in front of him has reached a level of control over power that is extremely subtle.

Without any hesitation, the Dragon Hall Saint let out a loud roar. The sound was like a dragon's roar, extremely long, and then became high-pitched.

The water of the Yangtze River surged, instantly creating waves.

One after another, the hundred-meter-long water dragons lowered their heads, looked at the Golden Lotus Buddha's body, and then leaned forward and charged.

Boom!

The Golden Lotus Buddha smiled contemptuously, and a flash of blood flashed in Yin Yue's pupils.

All the hundred-meter water dragons exploded.

The Dragon Hall Saint was truly terrified this time. His trump card was nothing in front of the Golden Lotus Buddha. A sense of oppression from the soul level made him realize that he was no match for his opponent, and he decisively chose to retreat.

"Hmph, kid, we'll meet again later..."

Before he could utter the last word, he stopped abruptly, a muffled groan was heard, followed by a miserable cry.

It was like hitting an iron wall and giving me a concussion.

Then, space began to contract, as if being squeezed hard. Even the Dragon Hall Saint's limbs, bones, and internal organs were twisted and deformed, twisted into a knot.

Every inch of capillaries is overflowing with blood.

"What kind of magical power is this?"

"Mercy---"

The Dragon Hall Saint only had time to utter a final cry for mercy before his body was squeezed into a ball of blood, and then exploded completely with a snap of the Golden Lotus Buddha's fingers.

This scene is smooth and flowing, like an artist completing a work of art, and is extremely beautiful.

But it brings fear from the depths of one's soul.

"Next, it's your turn."

"I told you, there's only one chance, but you guys don't cherish it---"

The Golden Lotus Buddha turned around and looked at the Saints of the Blood Clan, the Werewolf Clan, and the Western Holy City, and said coldly, "Are you coming one by one?"

"Or should we go together?"