The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 782 has ruined you

Chapter 782: 782 has ruined you

Tathāgata saw that Patriarch Bodhi was so arrogant, but he wasn’t in a hurry to escape because he could still hold on.

"Perhaps you have a connection with the sect leader, but this is a new world. Today, I shall vanquish you!"

Tathāgata said in a deep voice, his form shrinking from a hundred feet tall to just two in an instant. The golden lotus beneath him hovered above his head, spinning on its own and casting a light that enveloped him, making his entire being appear as if it were coated in divinity.

Patriarch Bodhi, holding the Dust Brush, still had a calm and serene expression on his face as he quickly closed the distance between himself and Tathāgata.

The two unparalleled powerhouses were about to clash, and the gaze of all creatures fell upon them.

Even Sun Wukong and the Victorious Fighting Buddha were extremely tense.

One was the man they hated the most, the other their master.

Naturally, they hoped Patriarch Bodhi would win.

Tathāgata swung his palm down, and a golden giant palm crushed the ground, raising billowing dust, and charged towards Patriarch Bodhi. At the same time, Tathāgata waved his left hand, sending the golden lotus on his head flying towards Patriarch Bodhi as well.

Patriarch Bodhi first gently waved the Dust Brush, shattering the golden giant palm, and then pointed into the void with his left hand, stopping the flying golden lotus in place.

"Cultivating both Buddhism and Taoism..."

Tathāgata’s face was extremely ugly, while Patriarch Bodhi, from his appearance to now, had hardly any change in expression, seemingly not taking Tathāgata seriously.

The Dust Brush whirled, creating a tornado that swept towards Tathāgata. In front of the tornado, the two-feet-tall Tathāgata seemed as insignificant as dust.

All creatures were stunned by the sight, marveling at Patriarch Bodhi’s casual display of magic that possessed the power to destroy both heaven and earth. What unfathomable level had his cultivation reached?

"Your Majesty, who exactly is he?" Bai Ze couldn’t help but asking, as she could not deduce Patriarch Bodhi’s origins, so her curiosity felt like a cat scratching at her heart.

"Patriarch Bodhi, Wukong’s master," Qin Jun said with a light chuckle. He too wanted to ask his system about the specific origins of Patriarch Bodhi, but to his frustration, Patriarch Bodhi was too strong, all his attributes were unknown.

Zhuge Liang and Liu Ruolai were already dumbfounded.

Tathāgata was having some difficulty in the battle, while Patriarch Bodhi appeared utterly relaxed. It was clear who was superior at a single glance.

"Hum—"

The golden lotus suddenly trembled, breaking free of Patriarch Bodhi’s immobilizing magic, then charged towards him.

Tathāgata was slapping his palm down, diverting Patriarch Bodhi’s attention.

Just as the golden lotus was about to hit the back of Patriarch Bodhi’s head, Sun Wukong was shocked and hastily called out, "Master, be careful!"

Boom—

Just when the golden lotus was about to strike Patriarch Bodhi, a burst of invisible force exploded from behind Patriarch Bodhi, directly flipping the golden lotus away.

Tathāgata’s pupils shrank at the sight, what kind of magic was this?

Patriarch Bodhi would not solve the puzzle for him. He swung the Dust Brush at Tathāgata’s face, the white hairs on it rapidly lengthening, growing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and slapped Tathāgata’s face.

Everything happened too quickly, catching Tathāgata off guard.

After the white hairs of the Dust Brush retracted, Tathāgata’s golden face was covered with blood spots, and blood, emerging from those numerous wounds, spread across his face in an instant.

His golden body was like a joke in front of Patriarch Bodhi!

"Impossible... how can you be so strong!" Tathāgata cried out in disbelief, causing a stir among the distant creatures.

Patriarch Bodhi was completely overpowering Tathāgata!

"How would you know of my strength!" Patriarch Bodhi snorted contemptuously. In his previous life, he didn’t help Sun Wukong not because he feared Tathāgata, but because he was wary of the saint behind Tathāgata.

With that thought, Patriarch Bodhi once again wielded the Dust Brush, its white hairs lengthening, striking Tathāgata like a whip.

Tathāgata dared not take it head on and could only dodge, but Patriarch Bodhi’s speed was faster than his.

Before long, Tathāgata was entwined by the white hairs of the Dust Brush, and Patriarch Bodhi took the opportunity to yank it toward the ground. With a thunderous boom, Tathāgata was wrapped up and slammed into the ruins of the earth, kicking up dust a hundred feet high.

With a slight smile on his lips, Patriarch Bodhi’s right hand swung the Dust Brush to the side, dragging Tathāgata along and smashing him against a distant mountain peak. Rocks flew everywhere, making the sight painfully wince-inducing.

Again and again, Patriarch Bodhi ruthlessly slammed Tathāgata into the ground. His usually scholarly demeanor revealing this ferocious side gave everyone a strong sense of contrast that was shocking to behold.

"Too powerful!"

"Who would have thought that even Tathāgata could be beaten to the point of helplessness."

"Who is this person? So strong, their reputation must not be low!"

"Tathāgata is finished this time, capturing someone else’s disciple. Given the situation, it’s clear the other party is furiously enraged."

"It looks like Holy Emperor of Qin is certain to win this battle!"

Beings all around were engaged in fervent discussion. The morale in the Great Qin celestial court was soaring. The strength of Patriarch Bodhi was like a tranquilizer, easing their worries.

Zhu Bajie whispered to Tang Sanzang, "Master, Monkey Brother’s other master is much stronger than you!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes and couldn’t be bothered to care.

He was also speculating about the origin of Patriarch Bodhi, feeling a sense of familiarity with him, especially his aura.

Boom—

Tathāgata was smashed into the ground once more, causing the ground to collapse a few meters deep. He struggled in vain, his divine body stained red with blood, making him look exceptionally miserable.

"This won’t do! If this continues, my death is certain!"

Tathāgata gritted his teeth, looking at Patriarch Bodhi at the tail end of the Dust Brush with eyes full of fear and unwillingness.

At this moment, the disparity in strength between him and Patriarch Bodhi was too great. Continuing the battle would bring no advantage to him.

But even if he wanted to flee, he would need the capability to escape.

"Give up. Your present self is vastly different from your former self; you are no match for me."

Patriarch Bodhi said coldly. As he spoke, his left index and middle fingers touched together and pressed against his right arm, instantly, the Dust Brush in his right hand burst forth with a green light, illuminating the entire world.

Tathāgata, unnerved, asked in alarm, "What do you intend to do!"

"I’m going to cripple you!"

Patriarch Bodhi said softly, and in the next second, before Tathāgata could even open his mouth, he was enveloped in the green radiance, feeling as if thousands of insects were eating at his flesh, an endless agony overwhelming him, forcing him to let out a miserable scream.

This scene chilled Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kua Fu, Xiang Yu, and the other Great Qin generals to their core.

Tathāgata was such a formidable being; if he were to be crippled, he would surely break down.

For a time, Patriarch Bodhi became the most dangerous entity in their minds.

They had been unable to harm Tathāgata in their group battle, but with the arrival of Patriarch Bodhi, Tathāgata was easily suppressed, dealing a heavy blow to their spirit.

"I will kill you!"

The Tathāgata, engulfed in endless suffering, cried out madly, sending chills down the spines of all who heard.

Patriarch Bodhi remained calm, saying softly, "The five hundred years Wukong spent under Five Finger Mountain were even more painful than what you are experiencing now."

At these words, the Victorious Fighting Buddha lowered his head slightly, and Sun Wukong couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

Sun Wukong had heard from Qin Jun that if Qin Jun hadn’t rescued him, he would have been pressed under Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, enduring the drinking of molten iron and copper, and withstanding the torment of wind and rain.

At first, he hadn’t cared, but now, seeing the change in the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s demeanor, it was clear that period had been excruciating.

"I owe it all to His Majesty."

Sun Wukong silently expressed gratitude to Qin Jun in his heart. Without Qin Jun, perhaps he would have had to walk the same path as the Victorious Fighting Buddha.