Ling Han shook his head, and said, "I have a line about f*ck you, but I don't know if I should say it or not."
Shi Yongming faltered at first, then showed a sliver of anger.
You've already f****** said it, and you still want to ask if you should speak or not? "Benefactor is Ding Yi, right?" Shi Yongming gave another Buddhist proclamation, "I heard that you are very extraordinary. When you were in the Cauldron Forging Tier, you already possessed battle prowess above Third Heaven. However, even if you have advanced into the Core Formation Tier, it is not enough in front of . Furthermore, this is the Netherworld, which can be considered my territory."
The most aweso thing about the Buddhist Race was that they could exorcise the souls of the dead. Thus, if they battled with their souls, Shi Yongming would be able to unleash 200% of his battle prowess. In fact, he would be able to unleash even more battle prowess.
"The two of you, I am a monk. I am a benevolent monk, and do not like to commit murder, so please do not make things difficult for ," Shi Yongming repeated.
Ling Han looked at Chi Xuan, and asked, "Which Heavenly Realm's Buddha Son is this?"
"West Heavenly Realm," Chi Xuan replied.
Ling Han gave an 'oh', "Among the four Heavenly Realms, West Heavenly Realm is ranked third. Thus, compared to the Buddha Sons of the East and South Heavenly Realms, you should be considerably inferior, right?"
When these words fell, Shi Yongming finally looked furious.
The four Heavenly Realms ford their own circle, and there was always endless comparison among them. Furthermore, the Buddhist Race had their own strongholds in the Heavenly Realms, and had established four Buddhist Sons respectively. Naturally, there was also much competition among them.
However, Ling Han had hit the nail on the head. He was no match for the Buddha Sons of the East and South Heavenly Realms. This was a scar on him, and after Ling Han exposed it, he was naturally extrely displeased.
"Benefactor Ding, your mouth is truly toxic. You are so determined to anger , and turn into an angry Guardian Deity!" Shi Yongming stated calmly, but killing intent was already circulating within him.
Ling Han stretched out his right hand, then retracted his four fingers, leaving only his index finger sticking out. He hooked his finger, "Co on then!"
This was a provocation!
How could Shi Yongming hold back any longer? He imdiately charged over.
"An!" He opened his mouth, and called out the Six Characters Bright King Curse. Instantly, it turned into a massive golden character that blasted towards Ling Han.
This was a Buddhist Race technique that could suppress evil and obliterate souls.
Ling Han humphed and wrapped his fists in Heavenly Dao Flas, greeting the An. Peng, peng, peng! Under his barrage of attacks, this "An" character was instantly shattered. Shi Yongming appeared slightly surprised. He had not thought that Ling Han's attack would be so powerful, that he could even stand against the Buddhist Race's Six Characters Bright King Curse, an Imperial Technique that countered the soul.
However, he imdiately opened his mouth again, "Oh!"
The Six Characters Bright King Curse was continuously fired out, turning into multiple golden characters that pressed down on Ling Han.
Peng, peng, peng! All of the attacks were shattered by Ling Han.
Ling Han shouted loudly. He had never been the type to take a beating passively, and imdiately began his counterattack.
Xiu, he charged towards Shi Yongming, the power of his fist blazing, as he shot out a punch. "Subduing Demons, Expiating Evil Spirits!" Shi Yongming chanted softly, and also shot out a punch. Instantly, a vast and mighty aura surged out. His whole person was glowing, and a halo of Buddhist light ford behind his head.
In the Living Realm, the Buddhist halo looked pure and holy, but it was only boosted in terms of aura, making it appear grand. However, in the Netherworld, the Buddhist halo definitely didn't just look aweso, but was really aweso.
This light was incredibly intense, and had a colossal destructive and deterrent effect on the soul. It was a natural restraint.
Ling Han instantly felt as if his body were about to split apart. It was as if if if he went any further, his whole person would be torn into pieces.
The Buddhist Race was indeed skilled in dealing with souls.
Buddha Ah Han beca an Emperor because of this, and Buddha Doga also wanted to travel through hell and beco an Emperor in a different way, which showed how amazing the Dao of the soul was. After reaching Great Accomplishnt level, one was completely capable of becoming an Emperor, becoming an Ancestral King.
However, he wanted Ling Han to back off just like that?
Impossible.
Ling Han channelled the Destructive Energy, and as his attack landed, the light of Buddha imdiately shattered, and he had forcefully carved out a path for himself.
Shi Yongming was moved. He was a Buddha Son, and had grasped a great many amazing techniques that targeted the soul, but whether it was the Six Characters Bright King Curse or the Buddha Halo, they were all neutralized by Ling Han. What kind of freak was this guy?
When it ca to dealing with Yin souls, there should be no one more aweso than the Buddhist Race. In the past, the reason why Buddha Ah Han could beco an Emperor was because he had expiated countless dead souls, and was loved by the heaven and earth. Only then did he manage to take that step that only a few dozen or over a hundred people in history had the right to take.
"Who exactly are you?" he couldn't help but shout.
"Your grandpa!" Ling Han had already rushed over, and shot out a punch, "Grandson, take this."
Shi Yongming almost twisted his nose in anger. How could there be such a tasteless person? They were all prodigies, so which of them didn't respect their own status? However, Ling Han didn't care about his image at all. He was simply outrageously vulgar.
"Humph, though Buddha is rciful, subduing demons and eliminating demons is also part of our duty." Shi Yongming moved, and delivered a palm strike. Golden light dazzled, like he was an enlightened monk, boosted by the heaven and earth's righteousness.
In truth, he had indeed expiated a considerable number of dead souls, and had gained the approval of the heaven and earth, so he had ritorious service.
Yet Ling Han did not care. Whether the heaven and earth acknowledged you was the business of the heaven and earth, but if I want to beat you up, so what if the heavens co?
Fight!
He unleashed the murderous aura attack, with Destructive Energy entwined around his fists. He didn't need anything else. This was the most terrifying killing move against the soul.
Shi Yongming didn't dare to face it head-on either. He summoned a Soul Tool, a demon- subduing staff, and blocked the furious barrage of fists that Ling Han continuously threw at
him.
However, Ling Han's battle beca more and more intense, with each punch becoming fiercer and fiercer. Shi Yongming was shocked to discover that even his soul was trembling, as if it was about to be shattered.
This was too terrifying. How could this person's soul be so powerful?
He was the Imperial Son of the Buddhist Race. Since childhood, he had cultivated the most brilliant cultivation technique in the world, and cultivation resources could be obtained with a wave of his hand. Furthermore, there was no shortage of natural treasures. Thus, the strength of his soul far surpassed any ordinary Core Formation Tier cultivator. However, after clashing with Ling Han, he discovered that his soul was actually weaker than Ling Han's. How could he accept this?
Consummate level of Core Formation Tier, Imperial Son of the Buddhist Race, and the strength of his soul was actually inferior to an unorthodox early stage Core Formation Tier?
How was this possible?
However, this was the reality. Ling Han's iron fists rained down, beating Shi Yongming so
hard that he couldn't fight back at all.
Shi Yongming felt extrely sullen. He was the Buddha Son of the West Heavenly Realm, and
he would be able to attain venerate Tier in future, at the very least. Yet now, he was being bashed by a person whose cultivation level was lower than his, which was completely unacceptable to him.
However, even if he didn't want to accept it, he had to accept it. In the cultivation world, strength was all that mattered. They didn't believe in tears or defiance.
Shi Yongming roared in fury, then turned around and left quickly.
Ling Han set off in pursuit, causing Shi Yongming to pay the price of losing an arm before he
finally stopped his pursuit.
It was not that he wanted to let Shi Yongming off the hook, but rather that he had sensed a frightening fluctuation of aura, and did not dare to pursue any further.
Probably, the Western Desert King knew about the robbery of the mine, and in his fury, personally ca to hunt down living souls like them.
In front of such a great monster, Ling Han naturally chose to retreat.
In any case, Shi Yongming would not be able to escape. He would call him to account in future.
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