Asura Mad Emperor

"Amitabha!"

Fu Hu chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Even Han Shan himself has taken action, it seems this battle is inevitable."

"Yes," Han Shan nodded without showing any emotion, not willing to say more.

"Our big brother is already a Supreme Saint Early Stage expert, I advise you monks not to make any futile resistance, otherwise, you will only increase your suffering."

The youngest of the Holy Cultivators, Yue Lun, said again in a high-pitched and strident voice.

"No, these monks are trying to set a Formation!"

While everyone was talking, Liu Yi Dao noticed the monks around him continuously changing positions, trying to set up a Killing Formation.

He completely changed his previously gentle appearance and shouted sternly.

"Seeking death!"

"Kill!"

The rest quickly reacted and shouted in unison.

Liu Yi Dao, Yue Lun, and many other Holy Cultivators stepped forward together, accompanied by a hurricane, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Eight people made their move towards Luo Du of Golden Buddha Mountain and the many monks.

"Amitabha!"

A golden Buddhist light overflowed from the top of Fu Hu's head, like a dazzling sun hanging high in the sky. From within the sun, six giant hands reached out, pressing down on everyone.

"Hmph, Elder Fu Hu, your opponent is me."

Han Shan snorted coldly. He punched forward, his Dao Magic soaring to the skies, with Heavenly Fire shining brightly.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous roar, heaven and earth trembled, the void vibrated continuously, and vast swathes of Buddhist light and Dao Magic burst forth, enveloping the arena.

The two battled each other.

There was a difference of an entire Realm between them.

This was the battle that would determine the survival of Golden Buddha Mountain.

If Fu Hu were to lose, Golden Buddha Mountain would likely truly be extinguished from then on.

"Clang."

Divine radiance flooded the sky, Dao Magic splashed in all directions, Han Shan's fist collided with Fu Hu's giant hand, like two brilliant stars colliding, scattering beautiful and dazzling light in the sky.

Despite the significant gap in their Realms, Golden Buddha Mountain's profound heritage and boundless Buddhist Law allowed the two to fight to a standstill, with their Divine Skills simultaneously neutralizing into nothingness.

The tremendous pressure and aftershocks spread outwards. The Supreme Saint experts could still resist, but the many monks of the Myriad Manifestation and Immortal Platform Realms suffered.

These Low Rank cultivators heard a roaring in their ears, felt a stabbing pain in their eyes, and blood the color of wine flowed from their senses.

This was a confrontation between a Great Saint and a Supreme Saint Expert; they were too close, and the only reason the aftershocks didn't shred them was because they regularly focused on Body Refining.

"No, we can't have a fierce conflict with him here."

Fu Hu's Divine Sense swept over. Although he had just intervened to stop eight Great Saints from dealing with the monks, the clash with Han Shan was also swallowing and damaging the disciples of Golden Buddha Mountain.

Light from the lotus seat beneath Elder Fu Hu overflowed, reaching ten thousand zhang high. He rose towards the Nine Heavens.

"Han Shan, dare you fight me alone?"

Fu Hu ascended to the sky, speaking indifferently.

"Merely a Great Saint Realm Early Stage, why should I fear?" Han Shan's eyes flashed like lightning, he tapped his feet, transforming into a Divine Rainbow chasing after Fu Hu.

The two disappeared into the clouds. At this moment, the sky became a mix of blue and golden Buddhist light. Among the clouds, silvery beams shot out as the two fiercely battled above the clouds.

Although Golden Buddha Mountain's treasures and Magic Artifacts had been completely evacuated, it still had powerful Buddhist Spells.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged dozens of punches in the void, with the sound of metallic resonation echoing through heaven and earth, Dao Law Runes shining brilliantly, lightning flashing, thunder roaring, dispersing the clouds, and causing a torrential downpour beneath.

Elder Fu Hu, with his Great Saint Realm Early Stage Cultivation Level, was actually able to withstand Han Shan, who was a whole Realm stronger than him.

Golden Buddha Mountain, despite its decline, still possessed the dignity of the powerful.

"Roar—"

At that moment, a massive roar erupted from the summit of Golden Buddha Mountain, like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven, reverberating through the heavens and earth.

The gates of Golden Buddha Mountain were under attack, and more monks and disciples were rushing towards this place.

"Quick battle, quick decision, let's first slay these little monks!"

Yue Lun bellowed.

If an ant swarm can kill an elephant, then if they really waited until a large number of disciples from Golden Buddha Mountain arrived, they would be in trouble.

"Boom!"

And just then, a hexagram array suddenly appeared above the arena, with energy flowing through the Formation, a white tiger howling as it emerged from the hexagram array.

Just now, the monks had unwittingly set up an incomplete Formation, trapping the eight of them inside.

"Kill!"

Yue Lun and Liu Yi Dao were the first to move, their bodies shone with cyan Divine Rainbow, their fists dazzled with light, intertwining Dao and Dharma Patterns to suppress the white tiger.

The people of the Cold Sand Sect wanted to suppress all the monks in one fell swoop.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a terrifying energy once again erupted above the arena.

The white tiger carried the supreme Buddhist Law; it was the steed of an ancient ancestor from Golden Buddha Mountain who, before ascending to the Divine Realm, left a Remnant Soul within the Mountain Protection Array of Golden Buddha Mountain.

It had been guarding Golden Buddha Mountain for generations.

In those days, the Great Emperor's battle destroyed the Formation, and the white tiger faded away.

In recent tens of thousands of years, a genius Buddha from Golden Buddha Mountain studied the Mountain Protection Array and found that by infusing his own Mana into the broken Mountain Protection Array, he could activate a part of the Formation.

As such, this white tiger was now re-condensed.

"Roar!"

The white tiger opened its huge maw, and golden "卍" Dharma Rune characters spilled forth from its mouth like a vast tidal wave, surging relentlessly.

"Brothers, form the array!"

Seeing the white tiger's formidable and fearsome presence, Liu Yi Dao knew that although Golden Buddha Mountain was weak in strength, it still had some heritage, and he did not dare to take it lightly.

"Cold Sand Eight Gates Formation!"

Liu Yi Dao, Yue Lun, and the others stomped on the ground, wandering east and west along an enigmatic trajectory on the ground. It seemed slow but was actually incredibly fast, as the speed of the eight people was so fast that they left behind trails of afterimages on the ground, as if they had never moved.

"Break!"

The Cold Sand Sect's Eight Gates Formation had an extraordinary origin, left behind by an expert from the Upper Realm during ascension. If fully utilized, it had the power to move mountains and overturn seas.

This was also why the Cold Sand Sect had risen to power in such a short period of time.

Its origins, though, paled in comparison to the Mountain Protection Array of Golden Buddha Mountain.

But now.

The Great Formation of Golden Buddha Mountain was long since in ruins, and this white tiger was re-condensed, its power not even one ten-thousandth of the intact version.

The Eight Gates Formation, with the "Destroy" gate wide open, unleashed a sea of fire and tens of thousands of thunderbolts. Thunder rumbled, engulfing the white tiger in a boundless sea of lightning.

The light was dazzling, but the white tiger, condensed by the Mountain Protection Array, was struggling to hold on.

The once radiant White Tiger Spirit Form gradually dimmed, its body about to dissipate.

"The Great Formation can't hold on much longer!"

Elder Luo Du's face was as cold as ice, his heart filled with desolation. He had never expected that the insignificant Cold Sand Sect would possess such a powerful Offensive Formation.

"Could it be that the thousands of years of heritage of Golden Buddha Mountain will end today?"

The many young acolytes were also hit by the terrifying energy from the "Destroy" gate, their chests heaving, faces flushed.

"Elder, what do we do?"

The eyes of the many young acolytes were bloodshot, knowing this was a crisis for the survival of Golden Buddha Mountain.

After numerous plunders by other major Sects, this time, it may well be the true disaster that would wipe them out.