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Chapter 470 - 469: Ksitigarbha Appears, Golden Cicada Is Completely Panicked [Second Update]

"Whether it’s for another scheme or just to save someone, I advise you all to stop her with everything you’ve got!"

The Great Ming King’s voice reverberated through the universe, roaring loudly, the fragments of void falling like dust.

Golden Cicada’s eyes slightly narrowed.

The next second, Princess Iron Fan and Lin Heng were seen heading toward the altar from different directions, intending to kill.

Lin Heng naturally understood.

The Great Ming King wanted all the threats to her present to fight amongst themselves, thus waiting for the opportunity to reap the benefits.

But Lin Heng could only acknowledge it.

As the light rain from the sky scattered, the energy of Bai Suzhen, Cyan Snake, and others was being drawn away increasingly rapidly by Witch Zi Xuan.

Their figures were also becoming visibly illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Heng couldn’t delay any longer.

He urged the Immortal-slaying Gourd, continuously charging toward Witch Zi Xuan.

Xu Changqing stood like a guardian deity before the altar, his Crimson Celestial Sword cutting down everything in front of him.

Princess Iron Fan struck, her kingdom trembling behind her, with various Rakshasa hands crushing toward the altar.

The Nameless Quasi-Saint’s physical body was invincible, blocking in front, clashing head-on with Rakshasa Power.

The four resumed their battle once more, as before.

Golden Cicada’s gaze was deep, watching the light rain in the sky, then said to the Great Ming King:

"Do you plan to make your move at the last moment?"

"Aren’t you afraid of missing the timing and being powerless to reverse the situation?"

The Great Ming King wore a calm expression: "Don’t worry, there’s still time."

She finished speaking, her eyes fixating strangely on Golden Cicada.

Golden Cicada was taken aback, incredulous: "You intend to kill me?"

He sensed a definite murderous intent from the other side.

This caused Golden Cicada’s face to change dramatically, a mix of shock and anger.

The Great Ming King did not shy away, coldly smiled: "Since I’m here, I might as well do something worthwhile."

Golden Cicada, hearing this, couldn’t help but feel extremely furious.

"I thought you merely wanted to compete for this chance, but I never imagined you actually want to lay hands on me?"

"Great Ming King, are you truly not afraid of the World Honored One’s wrath?"

The corner of the Great Ming King’s mouth slightly curved: "The opportunity of a Saint could descend at any time, and if I kill you at this moment, even if Tathagata didn’t want to support me, he wouldn’t be able to find a second candidate!"

Golden Cicada’s face grew even colder, gritting his teeth: "You really are a deceitful creature!"

"However..."

Golden Cicada narrowed his eyes, the Nine Grade Lotus Platform fell into his palm.

"Without any other Quasi-Saints to restrain me, with this treasure in my hand, what can you do to me?"

He was not afraid of the Great Ming King.

Even though last time, the Great Ming King had restored much of her strength with Qilin Blood.

But he had the Nine Grade Lotus Platform bestowed by the World Honored One, which was the ultimate Quasi-Saint Treasure, let alone the Great Ming King recovering some strength, even if she regained her former power when she was Kong Xuan, Golden Cicada didn’t think she could do anything to him!

To this, the Great Ming King just coldly laughed: "Who told you there’s no other Quasi-Saint helping me?"

Upon hearing this, Golden Cicada’s expression slightly changed, but then he shook his head:

"You mean Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"If that’s the case, then don’t dream on."

"I’ve always had Six-Eared Macaque watch his movements, he hasn’t left the Slaughter Sea."

"Is that so?" The Great Ming King’s mouth curved into a playful smile.

Golden Cicada’s brow furrowed, the other’s smile gave him a bad feeling.

Indeed.

The next second, terrifying Quasi-Saint pressure swept across all directions.

Amidst the rumbling sound.

The earth shattered, dust soaring to the sky.

A gigantic Exotic Divine Beast stepped out from underground.

Upon its back.

Sat a pale-faced Bodhisattva quietly.

The Divine Beast carrying the Bodhisattva, ascended into the sky with the wind.

"Ksitigarbha?!"

In the Outer Demon Land, countless gazes shifted from the starry battleground to the unexpectedly appearing Bodhisattva.

Many demons exclaimed, recognizing the visitor’s identity.

For a moment, Golden Cicada was stunned, deep in his eyes was disbelief mixed with rage.

"How could this be..."

He gritted his teeth, looking behind him, trying to find Six-Eared Macaque’s figure, intending to hold him accountable.

But behind him was an endless expanse, with no sign of Six-Eared Macaque.

Golden Cicada realized something.

He suddenly turned back, looking at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Behind the Bodhisattva, familiar figures stepped out gradually.

Who else could it be if not Six Ears?

"You wretched beast, how dare you betray me?"

Golden Cicada’s eyes were almost firing with anger.

To this, Six-Eared Macaque merely sneered mockingly.

"Who do you think you are, to be worthy of my following?"

Golden Cicada was so enraged that his whole body trembled, his gaze swept over the Great Ming King, Six Ears, Diting, and Ksitigarbha, gritting his teeth:

"You truly are a nest of snakes and rats, engaging in petty tricks!"

"But..."

"I have the Golden Cicada Shell technique, even if I fall into your trap today, what can you do to me?"

He shouted loudly, though shocked and angry, still showing no fear.

But what Ksitigarbha said next made his face turn pale.

"Stop deceiving yourself."

"With your aptitude, you may indeed reincarnate and cultivate anew after shedding the shell, but direct rebirth without the shell is not something you can comprehend."

"What you have is not a technique, but merely relying on a Magical Treasure."

He revealed the truth with one sentence.

Making Golden Cicada’s face turn pale, and his heart start to panic.

"Nonsense, you’re simply talking nonsense, does this humble monk need to rely on a Magical Treasure to shed his shell?"

He loudly denied, trying to maintain composure, but his evasive glance seeking a way to escape revealed his extreme bravado.

"Is that so?"

Ksitigarbha smiled: "Then let’s see, once the Mahayana Buddhist Sutras are destroyed, can you swiftly return to the Western Heaven."

The words fell.

The sky centered on Golden Cicada began to appear with clusters of Nether Ghost Fire.

At the same time.

The void rumbled.

A majestic Ghost Mansion materialized, causing Golden Cicada to feel as if he had fallen into Purgatory.

"So, you already knew everything..."

Golden Cicada was thoroughly panicked, even large beads of sweat appeared on his face, yet he still tried to maintain composure: "But what of it?"

"Do you know where the Mahayana Buddhist Sutras are?"

"Even if you know, without Heaven-Reaching cultivation, it’s impossible to destroy the Mahayana Buddhist Sutras quietly!"

"And since you two are already here, who has the ability to destroy the Buddhist Sutras?"

He was trying to comfort himself.

Ksitigarbha couldn’t help but shake his head.

The Great Ming King openly sneered: "Tathagata really has lost his mind, how could he think of supporting you, such a fool?"

Golden Cicada’s eyes were blazing with anger, wanting to refute, only to hear Six-Eared Macaque say calmly:

"Before we set out, I left behind some measures to inform East Buddha in Little Western Heaven."

"I think by now, your Mahayana Buddhist Sutras should no longer exist."

These words made Golden Cicada completely furious.

"You wretched beast!"

Golden Cicada flapped his wings, the sharp chirping of cicadas like a knife, breaking the void before him all the way to Six-Eared Macaque in an instant.

The terrifying chirping was about to shatter Six-Eared Macaque’s divine soul.

"Amitabha!"

Ksitigarbha clasped his palms and chanted softly, a Buddha Light manifested, blocking the sound of chirping outside.

Six-Eared Macaque’s cold sweat slid down as he retreated behind Ksitigarbha, then he snarled:

"Today, you’re destined to die!"