novelraw Chapter 477 - 287: Buddha’s Son
Chapter 477 - 287: Buddha’s Son
Wang Hao’s Thunder Blade struck the mysterious ice, which barely blocked it.
However, just as Chen Shihan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wang Hao’s hand had already grabbed her head.
Chen Shihan was scared out of her wits.
The recent baptism of thunder, although she resisted it, consumed a lot of her power and left her body paralyzed.
Her movements were sluggish, and facing Wang Hao’s speed, she could no longer evade.
"Don’t kill..."
"Bang..."
Before Chen Shihan could even plead for mercy, her head exploded, leaving behind a headless corpse.
Her body reverted to its original form.
Curvaceous and perfectly proportioned.
But now, no one was admiring it.
Except for a super pervert, no one would feel anything for a headless corpse.
"Dead... Is she dead?"
Even now, many bystanders found it hard to believe.
That was Chen Shihan!
The goddess in the hearts of many men.
Wang Hao just killed her like that?
Without a trace of hesitation.
Is he even a man?!
"Wang Hao’s appearance seems a bit off."
On the city wall, Chen Lingxue furrowed her brows.
She was quite familiar with Wang Hao, and a woman’s heart is very meticulous.
She keenly noticed something unusual about Wang Hao.
"It seems there’s something off indeed."
With her remark, Xu Xiang seemed to spot the issue too.
At this moment, Wang Hao’s aura became extremely violent.
His gaze turned extremely fierce.
Negative emotions.
He had accumulated a lot of negative emotions before, though they were temporarily suppressed after venting them with Chen Lingxue.
After returning, he played poker with Sun Yaoyao for several days.
But negative emotions cannot be fully vented just by these means.
Killing intent!
In the depths of Wang Hao’s heart, there was suppressed violent killing intent.
Now the golden bell entered a dormant period and could no longer suppress it for him.
He also used a great deal of the power of thunder, this extremely violent power.
To some extent, this would also make him more violent.
Kill!
After experiencing a great battle, Wang Hao’s killing intent was stirred up.
He intended to go on a killing spree.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha."
At this time, someone else joined the fray.
It was a bald monk draped in a kasaya, his expression solemn, a gentle Buddha light emitted from his entire body, like a Buddha descending to the world.
With every step, lotus flowers appeared on the ground.
Even though it was severe winter, the path he walked was full of spring vibes.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Di Wushuang, sitting atop a cloud, had his eyes slightly brighten.
"The abbot of Qixia Temple, Wuse, greets the Celestial Master."
The monk bowed slightly towards Wang Hao.
This person turned out to be a monk from Qixia Temple.
But this monk looked too young, didn’t he?
How did he become the abbot?
And what was the deal with this Buddha light on him?
Could it be that he acquired some Buddha superpower?
"What? Even the Buddhist Sect, which wants nothing and asks for nothing, wants to seize the Emperor Dao’s fortune?"
Looking at this monk, Wang Hao couldn’t help but ask jokingly.
The gentle Buddha light fell on him, bringing him back a bit of clarity.
"Amitabha, the Celestial Master is joking. We in the Buddhist Sect perceive everything as void and have no covetous intentions for the mundane world."
Wuse’s face wore a very kind smile, and the next moment, it turned extremely serious:
"However, the world is in chaos, and our Buddhist Sect cannot stand idly by. I, the humble monk, wish to support Donor Yan in becoming the leader of the Yangtze River Delta Alliance, uniting the Yangtze River Delta grand alliance to fend off external enemies together."
"Oh?"
Wang Hao squinted his eyes slightly.
This Wuse monk was actually on Yan Feng’s side.
Looks like he’s a key player.
Wang Hao: "Do you think you have the capability for this?"
Wuse: "The humble monk would like to try."
Wang Hao’s eyes grew sharp, lightning flickered around him, and he raised his hand to unleash a Palm Thunder.
"Amitabha."
Wuse chanted a Buddha incantation, and behind him, a Ten Thousand Character Buddha Seal appeared.
Bathed in Buddha light, it easily blocked Wang Hao’s Palm Thunder.
"Hmm?"
Wang Hao increased his output of spiritual power.
Yet he still couldn’t penetrate Wuse’s Buddha light.
A master!
Wang Hao joined his fingers, pointing diagonally at the sky.
"Boom~~"
In the sky, dark clouds churned, and a thick thunderbolt as wide as a pillar struck down.
"Amitabha."
Wuse put his palms together, and behind him emerged a Buddha phantom, golden light illuminating the world.
This bolt of thunder was blocked again.
"Thunderous might!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Wang Hao’s eyes, his spiritual power madly surged, once again summoning countless thunderbolts to strike.
"Amitabha."
Wuse recited the Buddha incantation, his appearance stately, and a Shariputra appeared at the center of his brows.
The Shariputra slowly rose, gradually enlarged, transforming into something like a skull cap, and the gigantic Buddha quickly solidified.
It transformed into a golden Buddha with a physical form, its radiance boundless.
Firmly resisting Wang Hao’s thunderous might without any disadvantage.
"Could that be..."
"A skull Shariputra!"
"The one from Niu Shou Mountain?"
"Besides that one, which else could it be? I’ve visited many times before the apocalypse and seen it many times."
"Oh my god! This thing is real, so then..."
.....
Most of those present were people from around Su Jing, some were even native Su Jing people.
They certainly wouldn’t be unfamiliar with the renowned skull Shariputra.
This is supposedly Shakyamuni’s relic!
That’s the Buddha!
The origin of this thing is quite significant.
Wang Hao stomped the ground hard, leaping into the air, harnessing endless thunder, transforming into a thunder dragon, and hurled it at the Buddha.
The Buddha extended a giant palm, the swastika insignias swirling, and although the thunder dragon was terrifying, it was still held off.