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Chapter 242 199 Chapter: The Living Buddha's Mental Barrier, Supreme Demon King (Please favorite, please subscribe!)

He plopped down on a large rock and blurted out, "For such a petty figure, just smash him dead with a punch and be done with it. Why waste so much effort? It's better to give me that Corpse Fragrance so I can strengthen the military array and contend with those masters from the great families."

A sinister smile appeared on the face of Jialan Gunna, piled high with flab.

Behind him, as the array operated, two ancient trees that had been toppled suddenly turned into a white smoke and dispersed, then returned to their original places. The destruction caused by Jialan Gunna's arrival seemed as if it had never happened, profoundly mysterious.

"Of course, it's worth it," Bogavant said calmly, "He's the only variable in our mission this time. The Great Black Secret King has already perished, and the Hundred Buddha Temple has yet to find a successor for the Vajra Yaksha Ming King. I do not wish to repeat the mistakes of our predecessors."

"Caution is paramount in everything."

"You're wasting your efforts meaninglessly," Jialan Gunna sneered, "It's exactly because of your personality that you've ended up in this state, only able to assist me in this war by doing some dirty and tedious work, unfit for the public eye."

The organization called Dark Luminance might sound prestigious.

But its members were the first to step up during work, doing the most dangerous tasks. Yet when it came to dividing the spoils, they were always at the end of the line, picking over the leftovers and scraps others had finished.

Although Jialan Gunna and Bogavant were nominally equals, the way they interacted showed that Jialan Gunna completely treated the other with a commanding attitude, devoid of the respect that should have been there.

Hearing these words.

Bogavant's fingers, which were rotating the Buddha Beads, came to a stop.

He wasn't annoyed; his face remained expressionless as usual. He said peacefully, "This is a matter for the little monk himself, the Future Buddha need not worry."

"Are you implying that I don't matter to you?" The Future Buddha's puffy face twisted slightly.

A hint of red light flitted across his nearly buried pupils.

Bogavant's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Locking eyes with Jialan Gunna, he faintly perceived that his mental state seemed abnormal at the moment.

Although their relationship wasn't great in the past, they still managed basic communication without issues.

Which was nothing like now...

Jialan Gunna was like a keg of gunpowder, ready to explode at the slightest spark.

"Have you practiced any new Cultivation Techniques recently?" Bogavant asked with some hesitation.

"Nothing much, just that I've been feeling somewhat restless every time I wake up lately," Jialan Gunna replied subconsciously, scratching the fat on his face. With a slight frown, he too realized something was amiss. But as he thought a bit deeper, the elegant visage of a mysterious stranger emerged in his memory.

Jialan Gunna's pupils relaxed, and his expression turned perplexed. Just like erasing the words from a sheet of paper with an eraser, that recent stretch of memory was abruptly erased from his mind.

Bogavant witnessed this series of changes, silent on the outside but a chill surfaced in his heart. He didn't know what was going on with Jialan Gunna, the Future Buddha, but the Cultivation Techniques of Skull Plain usually came with great power and various mysteries, always accompanied by all kinds of hidden dangers.

His relationship with the Future Buddha was mediocre.

It was a big taboo to overstep in conversation when relationships were shallow, so Bogavant didn't press further.

He just hoped to smoothly resolve the current situation, and afterwards, they could go their separate ways. What did Jialan Gunna's troubles have to do with him then?

With this thought—

Bogavant stretched out his hand and stood with one hand in front of him, murmuring "Amitabha."

The frown that had creased his brow was now slowly smoothing out.

Pulling his thoughts from the numerous troubles plaguing Jialan Gunna, Bogavant looked up at the sky to see the sun rising high. He suddenly realized something was amiss, "At this hour, why hasn't Wind Demon General Cang Qi returned yet?"

"Even if I, Su Heng, am wrong in my actions, I am also right!"

Boom!

A roar exploded!

The two figures closed in rapidly, their shadows overlapping.

In an instant, Su Heng's palm struck down, his over three meters tall stature swiftly returned to a normal height of almost six meters. His towering figure cast a shadow, completely enveloping the future Buddha Jialan Gunna within it. Especially his muscles, which were layered upon each other like black and red armor, seemed indestructible like a fierce demon mountain.

From the end of the month-long intense cultivation in the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm until now, besides perfecting the top-tier Secret Technique "Five Internal Organs Sealing God,"

A massive amount of demon flesh had transformed into attribute points.

This had increased Su Heng's weight from just over seven tons to nearly ten tons currently.

His weighty and solid body, combined with an inconceivable speed, brought into being an unstoppable destructive force, like a natural disaster.

Bang—boom, boom!

First was a crisp sound as Su Heng's colossal, demon-like hand landed squarely on future Buddha Jialan Gunna's arm.

What followed was a series of continued, muffled, thunder-like heavy noises.

The colliding and compressing forces from the two were like mountain torrents; the air exploded, forming a dense, expanding ring of gas under the sunlight. The shock waves whipped up gusts of wind, causing the surrounding trees to bow down. Even the boulders on the cliff faces started collapsing, fissures spreading and dust billowing.

And at the very first instance of their collision—

The miasma within future Buddha Jialan Gunna's spirit, caused by excessive use of Corpse Fragrance, instantly vanished. It was as if he'd been splashed with a bucket of cold water, snapping him awake.

Looking up at Su Heng in the sky above, with his high and mighty gaze that looked down upon all living beings, his black and red eyes appeared terrifying.

Jialan Gunna's pounding heart seemed to fall, as though dropping into an abyss.

Crack!

After a brief standoff—

Su Heng bared his teeth in a fierce smile and pressed down hard.

He activated Dragon Blood. Dark scales appeared on his arms, and his five fingers rapidly curled downwards, the backs of his fingers bulged, and veins wrapped around them, turning into a massive dragon claw.

The irresistible martial might, like a raging dragon crossing a river, rampaged through Jialan Gunna's body, destroying everything in its path, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced viciously into the blood vessels of the heart.

Splat!

Jialan Gunna's face contorted with pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

His face frozen in horror, the explosive force blew apart his fat and robust body, which bounced heavily off the ground like a massive ball. Amid the resounding crash and rolling dust, he carved out a deep crater and then rebounded, smashing through more than a dozen large trees and leaving behind a long trench in the ground.

"So this is all you have? And I thought I had encountered some formidable master."

With Dragon Blood activated, Su Heng's face turned into a terrifying black and red, his sharp teeth protruding. His slightly curled long hair lay on his shoulders and was now swaying with the gusting winds.

With a height of over six meters, paired with such a fierce countenance—

From a distance, he truly resembled the legendary Supreme Demon King who slaughtered the masses. Accompanied by the spreading force, he distorted the air, blocked the sunlight, creating a formidable shadow around him, like billowing black smoke.

It filled others with dread, daring not to defy...