Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 423 - 202: An Incident Arises Under Buddha’s Light and General Welfare!

Chapter 423: Chapter 202: An Incident Arises Under Buddha’s Light and General Welfare!

"It’s you!"

The Beast Speaker’s shout lacked any creativity.

Wang Jixuan did not respond, but simply walked around carrying his gun, his gaze fixed on the Beast Speaker’s form. The flying swords around him turned transparent and swiftly vanished.

Advancing now would interfere with the operation of the Seven Star Sword Formation.

As Wang Jixuan had said, his appearance was meant as bait to lure the creature known to Spirit Cultivators as ’Galino,’ a King-level Preacher.

Wu Man could generally sense the Beast Speaker’s whereabouts.

But the King-level Preacher, before Wang Jixuan had searched the residual memories of those Spirit Ability Users from the Beast God Sect, had never appeared before humans, proving how cunning it was.

Several voices came through the earpiece.

Black Shell Instructor: "Mr. Wang, why did you suddenly go down... that is, be careful, don’t get close, I’m ready to support you at any time."

Zheng Shiduo: "Damn! Damn! Wang, what are you doing jumping down there! You scared me to death! Are you going to pull back now? We can control its blood!"

Fu Jian, observing from afar: "Wang Zheng, you were a bit reckless today."

Wang Jixuan calmly replied to Zheng Shiduo, "Fight normally, don’t be impatient, I’m here to help you."

No sooner had he spoken than the flying sword silently appeared behind the Beast Speaker, lightly slicing across the back of his knee.

The Beast Speaker’s reaction was quite fast.

After all, he was originally an S-level Spiritual Ability User.

Unfortunately, the angle from which Wang Jixuan controlled the flying sword was tricky; it didn’t aim for any vital points of the Beast Speaker. Moreover, with the full power of the Buddhist Temple Team’s Seven Star Sword Formation, the Beast Speaker was continuously suppressed. Even if he tried his best to dodge, the skin on his calf was still cut.

Droplets of medicine penetrated the wound of the Beast Speaker.

To counter such a level of flying sword attacks, only a set of fully covered, high-performance armor was needed.

However, after joining the Blade Beast, let alone fully covered armor, before they established their own base and controlled enough engineers, every time one of their underground shuttles broke down, it was scrapped.

Wang Jixuan continued to walk around, holding his gun, his eyes fixed on the Beast Speaker, his Spiritual Sense spread to its greatest extent.

No trace of the King-level Preacher was found.

He pondered calmly, not rushed or flustered.

Another stealth attack by the flying sword;

Steady, accurate, and fierce—these three words were perfectly demonstrated by the flying sword.

Another scratch appeared on the back of the Beast Speaker.

The Beast Speaker, infuriated, unleashed a massive spiritual impact around him; seven members of the Buddhist Temple Team, all forming the array, simultaneously showed golden halos behind their heads.

They withstood the spiritual impact using Buddhist Law.

Wu Man had initially influenced the nearby Blade Beast Group and then, the young man levitated, his legs crossed in mid-air, his hands joined in prayer, reciting Buddhist Scriptures, invoking waves of chanting and revealing the great Buddha’s phantom, beginning to restrain the Beast Speaker’s spiritual power.

Wang Jixuan slowly nodded his head.

After the damage to Wu Man’s forehead, his temperament surprisingly aligned well with the Buddhist Law, making him a good material for Buddhist cultivation.

Cultivating Buddhism could also lead to Ascension, going to the land of Extreme Happiness in the west.

’Once I can ascend, I will pass on the complete Buddhist cultivation to him.’

As thoughts rose and fell, the flying sword attacked again.

The movements of the Beast Speaker began to slow down; he couldn’t help but turn his head to look behind him, trying to find his subordinates.

His subordinates either died or fled; now behind him, only a swarm of Mechanical Bodies running back and forth could be seen, constructing a line of defense against the Blade Beasts.

The Beast Speaker recalled the Special Winged Dragon he had summoned earlier, looking up only to see clouds of ash from explosions above.

A large squadron of drones were constructing a defense line, performing kamikaze attacks on two High-level Special Winged Dragons;

A Sub-horror level Mecha with a huge triangular wing on its back was engaged in a chase and fight with a Sub-King Level Special Winged Dragon;

Invisible transport planes were revealed in the sky, with so many they were uncountable at the moment...

The Beast Speaker felt dizzy.

He only then realized that this was a trap aimed at him, and the orchestrator of this trap was probably...

With all his might, the Beast Speaker defended, resisting the continually appearing sword shadows, his gaze directed at Wu Man in the center of the field.

His clone?

No, it wasn’t, the orchestrator was that one wandering at the edge, wearing silver-white fully covered armor, with the horns of a demon on his helmet—No.4 Spirit Cultivator disciple!

Now, the only one who could save him was that Priest...

"Gugu!"

The Beast Speaker uttered a urgent cry, wisps of ripples scattering deep into the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Jixuan nodded satisfactorily, signaling the Buddhist Temple Team not to aim for the vital points of the Beast Speaker, but to first let him bleed out a bit.

However, after calling for several minutes, that King-level Preacher still had not appeared.

The flying sword attacked secretly eleven or twelve times, the reagent loaded on the flying sword visibly consumed a great deal.

The movements of the Beast Speaker were already very difficult, his body now bearing hundreds of sword scars, maintaining himself by relying on his own powerful self-healing ability.

Wang Jixuan proclaimed loudly, "Beast Speaker, no reinforcements?"

The Beast Speaker angrily replied, "Come and fight me yourself!"

He suddenly felt dizzy again, then forcefully made himself alert, continuing to curse:

"Fight me one-on-one! Damn! You gang up on me!"

One-on-one?

In Cultivator fights, using formations and Magic Treasures is quite normal, right?

Wang Jixuan scoffed coldly.

His prepared drones’ formation, as well as his eight ultimate attendants’ Mecha, were all on stand-by above, not yet deployed.

"This is war," Daoist Wang said indifferently, "Killing you will severely damage the Beast God Sect and will also make the Blade Beast’s plan to cultivate puppet human Kings go bankrupt. How could I indulge my momentary pride?"

"Hahaha! You’re just scared! You’re afraid of me!"

The Beast Speaker’s face twisted: