Oliver Sheng rapidly elevated his cultivation to the late stage of Martial Saint before stopping.
Although he had enough Kill Points left to reach the Great Perfection of Martial Saint, Oliver chose not to advance further. With his current late-stage Martial Saint cultivation, he could easily slay those at Great Perfection.
He glanced at the golden Light Screen:
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Late-stage Martial Saint (+), Great Perfection of Yang Spirit (+)
Cultivation Methods: [Great Sun Heart Sutra (Complete)], [Primeval Taoist Canon (Complete)], [Heavenly Sword Art (Mastery)], [Visualize of Gods and Demons] (+), [Flood Dragon Devouring Technique] (Evolvable), [Flaming Heaven Saber Art] (Evolvable), [Overlord Spear Technique (Mastery)] (Evolvable), [Heavenly Thunder Seal (Mastery)]
Strength: 399,900 pounds
Talent: Super Archer
Pill Refining: Seventh-tier Alchemist
Kill Points:
Store:
Space:
Looking at the items in the store, Oliver had no desire to purchase anything.
This T1 version of the Golden Finger only contained replicas of items he already possessed.
If there were divine or Pangu blood, he might consider buying.
The Liuli Lamp in the store was priced at a million Kill Points—unbelievable!
Robbing the Kunlun Daoist Sect would be a hundred times more worthwhile.
Besides, he already had a Liuli Lamp; he’d be crazy to buy another from the store.
The resources in his space were mostly spiritual herbs looted from the Hu Jie Tribe.
The supplies taken from the Sima Clan were used to develop his army and River West City.
Feeling the terrifying power within him, Oliver believed he could now kill a Martial Saint with a single punch.
The next morning, the army continued to plunder the Hu Jie Tribe’s assets.
Many captives, bound hand and foot, were being sent down the mountain.
The Hu Jie Tribe was utterly annihilated.
Scattered resistors were being hunted down and killed by the army.
The Hu Jie Tribe was filled with wails; the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled were abandoned, not even qualified to be captives.
Without a strong army’s protection, these people would struggle to survive on the plateau.
The beasts in the deep mountains would devour them.
Other tribes on the plateau wouldn’t miss the chance to seize such a large territory.
The fate of the Hu Jie Tribe was sealed.
When Xuanshan Buddha arrived above the Hu Jie Tribe’s territory, he saw a Great Wei army relentlessly pursuing the resisting Hu Jie people.
Hu Jie soldiers kept falling under the rain of arrows.
“Kill, chase them down, don’t let a single one escape!” Hunter Tang commanded his subordinates, chasing a group of resisting Hu Jie soldiers.
“Stop!”
A grand voice echoed. Hunter Tang looked up to see a Buddha shrouded in light, with a holy halo behind his head, making him look like a deity.
“A monk?”
“What a powerful oppressive aura. Colonel, what should we do?” a tribuni asked Hunter Tang.
“Let’s see what he wants first!” Hunter Tang frowned.
They could only watch as the Hu Jie resistors escaped.
“Amitabha, heaven has a virtue of cherishing life. How can you indulge in such slaughter?” Xuanshan Buddha frowned at the heavy killing aura around Hunter Tang and his men.
As expected of the subordinates of that great demon.
“Who are you, and why do you stop us?” Hunter Tang asked the Buddha in the sky.
“You are steeped in sin and need the Buddha’s light to cleanse you. The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back to the shore and embrace the Buddha…”
Xuanshan Buddha began chanting scriptures, and the loud Buddhist chants echoed between heaven and earth.
Bathed in Buddha’s light, Hunter Tang and his men felt dizzy and saw the countless people they had killed questioning why they were slain.
The chants instilled a deep sense of guilt in Hunter Tang and his men.
“We deserve to die!”
Hunter Tang and his men showed confusion in their eyes, looking at the Buddha in the sky with a hint of fanatical worship.
They couldn’t resist the chants and were converted.
Sitting in the army’s central camp, Oliver Sheng instantly sensed a powerful aura from the west.
Having achieved Great Perfection of Yang Spirit, he could sense anything within a two-hundred-mile radius.
In the next moment, Oliver transformed into a golden divine rainbow, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon.
“What happened?”
“Where is the General going?” The soldiers were puzzled as they saw Oliver leave the camp.
Watching Oliver’s direction, Xiao Chuyi, Qin Lin, and others were bewildered. Did something happen that they didn’t know about?
Hunter Tang and his nearly two thousand soldiers were all converted.
“Amitabha, we are deeply sinful and deserve death. Thank you, Buddha, for enlightening us,” Hunter Tang and his men said devoutly, now completely followers of the Buddhists.
“Amitabha, well done!” Xuanshan Buddha nodded in satisfaction.
These people could become monk soldiers for the Great True Ancient Buddha Temple.
When Oliver Sheng arrived, he saw his soldiers chanting “Amitabha.”
His gaze fell on Xuanshan Buddha.
A monk equivalent to a late-stage Martial Saint had converted his soldiers.
“Bald donkey, who are you to forcibly convert my soldiers?” Oliver’s eyes flashed with killing intent.
“Amitabha, I am Xuanshan, a Buddha of the Great True Ancient Buddha Temple. Greetings, benefactor,” Xuanshan Buddha said, looking at Oliver.
The bloodthirsty aura around Oliver was sky-high in his eyes. How many people had he killed to gather such a terrifying aura?
Indeed, a great demon!
“Benefactor, you have fallen into demonic ways. Lay down your butcher’s knife and turn back before it’s too late, or you will be blinded by slaughter and perish,” Xuanshan continued before Oliver could speak.
“Fallen into demonic ways? Ridiculous. What is a demon?” Oliver sneered.
“A demon is a demon, one who slaughters the living and is stained with the blood of countless beings. You are lost. Lay down your butcher’s knife and become a Buddha; turn back before it’s too late,” Xuanshan continued, hoping to convert Oliver.
If they could convert a late-stage Martial Saint demon, the Great True Ancient Buddha Temple would gain another Buddha.
“Turn back? Where is the shore? There is no shore behind me,” Oliver said, looking at Hunter Tang and his men, who were almost ready to don monk robes.
One could imagine the rage in his heart.
“It seems you are determined to remain lost. Very well, let me convert you,” Xuanshan said, not taking Oliver seriously.
“Amitabha, Poye Prajna, Shariputra…”
Xuanshan began chanting scriptures passed down by the Great True Ancient Buddha Temple, which had a miraculous power to suppress and convert demons.
In Xuanshan’s eyes, the intense bloodthirsty aura around Oliver was like a monstrous demonic flame.
The true scriptures of the Great True Ancient Buddha had a natural suppressive effect on demons.
Oliver frowned. The scriptures contained a mysterious power, and the grand Buddhist chants echoed in his ears, trying to cleanse his killing aura and convert him to Buddhism.
The Buddhist chants seemed to come from all directions, constantly entering his mind, making him irritable.
“Bald donkey, take this!” Oliver roared in anger.
A silver spear appeared in his hand, and he swung it fiercely at Xuanshan.
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