"A mid-level Renhuang." Ye Futian glanced at Zhu Hou and asked, "Are you very strong?"
He was a middle-level Renhuang, yet he was bullying Little Ling and the other three.
Zhu Hou looked at Ye Futian, bowed slightly and said, "I am from the Zhu Clan of Jia Nan City, a disciple of Buddhism, Zhu Hou."
In the Western Buddhist Realm, cultivators who claimed to be disciples of the Buddhist sects tacitly agreed with those orthodox Buddhist sects.
Zhu Hou was obviously an orthodox. His words were to remind Ye Futian of his identity and not to act rashly. He felt a dangerous aura from Ye Futian, Chen Yi, and the others.
Ye Futian did not seem to hear him. He raised his hand and grabbed at the air. The aura of the Great Path from the people in front of Zhu Hou howled and rushed towards Ye Futian. However, Chen Yi took a step forward. In an instant, beams of light shot out, and their power of the Great Path was directly annihilated.
"Boom …"
Ye Futian's giant handprint pressed down, grabbing Zhu Hou's body and lifting him up, just like what he had done to Little Ling before.
The power of the Great Path roared on Zhu Hou's body. He struggled to break free from the giant handprint, but how could his power compete with Ye Futian's? The gap between them was even greater than the gap between him and Little Ling. He had no way to break free.
In the distance, the level-nine cultivator who had been fighting with Blind Tie wanted to retreat and provide support, but he saw Blind Tie strike down with the Divine Hammer of the Protector in his hand. The heavens fell and the earth cracked, and a corner of the sky was suppressed, not giving him a chance to leave the battlefield. It was the same as what Blind Tie had done to him before.
"I'm a Buddhist disciple." Said Zhu Hou to Ye Futian as he struggled to break free. Silhouettes walked over from all directions. They were all Renhuang cultivators. One of them said, "I am from the Zhu Clan of Jia Nan City. May I know your name?"
However, Ye Futian did not seem to hear these voices. He continued to stare at Zhu Hou and asked, "Fang Cun, what did he want to do to you earlier?"
"Master, we were here to inquire about the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival. He used the Heavenly Eye to spy on us and said that the four of us were extraordinary. Then, he directly took control of us, wanting to pry into the secrets of our cultivation," Fang Cun said.
Ye Futian immediately understood. He glanced at Zhu Hou and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The Heavenly Eye of Buddhism?
Pry into the secrets of cultivation?
For cultivators, it was impossible to voluntarily hand over the secrets of cultivation. If Zhu Hou wanted to pry and possess them, then he could only control Fang Cun and the other three. This would certainly mean destroying the four of them. Therefore, it could be said that from the very beginning, Zhu Hou had never thought of showing mercy to Fang Cun and the others.
Therefore, he deserved to die.
"The Heaven's Eye is a secret technique of the Buddhist Sect. I can see that they aren't ordinary, and that's why I'm investigating their cultivation. I don't have any other intentions. It's just a small matter, there's no need for you to make such a big fuss." Zhu Hou was still struggling, but his body didn't move at all.
"Small matter?" Ye Futian looked at Zhu Hou coldly and said, "Then killing you is also a small matter."
Hearing Ye Futian's words, Zhu Hou was stunned. After that, he felt the hand grabbing onto him tightening. His expression changed. This person dared to kill him?
"Sir, he is a legitimate successor of Buddhism," an expert of the Zhu Clan said.
"Buddhism does good to the world. He doesn't deserve to call himself a legitimate successor of Buddhism. If Buddhism knows what he has done, they will also get rid of him," Ye Futian said coldly. After that, he exerted a little more force in his outstretched hand, and the will of death enveloped Zhu Hou. Zhu Hou's expression changed. This handsome cultivator's expression became twisted as he roared, "You dare?"
Bang!
As soon as Zhu Hou's voice fell, a sound was heard. The giant hand was clenched tightly, and blood flowed out. A terrifying will of the Great Path filled the air. His physical body and spiritual soul were completely wiped out.
Die!
He didn't dare?
"You won't make a difference," Ye Futian murmured. Ever since he came to the Western Buddha Realm, he had felt too much malice, both before and now. Therefore, it could be said that Ye Futian was in a very bad mood. He had just woken up from a deep sleep, and then he saw Zhu Hou bullying Little Ling and the others. One could imagine Ye Futian's mood.
Not to mention Zhu Hou, he had also killed many cultivators who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. Several Celestial Venerables had also died because of him. Indeed, Zhu Hou wouldn't make a difference.
A Buddhist disciple?
What kind of status did Saint Zhen Chan have? Now, even his life and death were unknown. Would Ye Futian care about his identity as a Buddhist disciple?
He was directly crushed and killed.
In the sky below, the cultivators of Jia Nan City felt their hearts beat violently when they saw this scene. Was he directly crushed to death?
Zhu Hou, a monstrous figure of Jia Nan City, was directly crushed to death by Ye Futian like an ant.
Zhu Hou probably didn't even dream that he would die in such a way.
If he had thought about it, he wouldn't have provoked Fang Cun and the others. Because of a conflict, he died tragically on the spot.
It was too cruel.
The cultivators of the Zhu Clan were also dumbfounded. They watched with their own eyes as Ye Futian directly crushed Zhu Hou to death. No one thought that Ye Futian would be so decisive and domineering. He directly crushed Zhu Hou to death. They didn't even have the time to react before they saw Zhu Hou die.
Boom, boom … Terrifying auras were released. When the cultivators of the Zhu Clan saw that Zhu Hou was killed, they were furious. Several top Renhuangs and many high-level Renhuangs released the power of the Great Path at the same time. They covered the sky and the sun, and the terrifying might of the Great Path pressed down on the sky.
"You killed my son. All of you must die," a middle-aged Renhuang roared in the void. He was Zhu Hou's father, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Renhuang Plane.
Ye Futian looked around at the crowd and glanced at them indifferently. His face was expressionless.
"It is the father's fault for not teaching his son well." Ye Futian said coldly when he saw the other party coming. Then, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky. In an instant, a divine sword pierced through the space.
The flowing light of the sword cut through the Great Path and tore the void. The body of Zhu Hou's father, who was attacking, trembled violently. Then, he stopped in the void. A beam of light directly pierced through his body. He looked down and saw a beam of sword light appear in his chest. Suddenly, fear was written all over his face.
"No …"
He roared. Then, his body exploded and shattered, turning into nothingness. He had died.
Previously, when Zhu Hou was dealing with Little Ling and the others, no one stepped in to stop him. In the eyes of the people of the Zhu Clan, it was a matter of course, so no one interfered.
Since that was the case, if they interfered now, they deserved to die.
Chen Yi took a step forward. In an instant, countless beams of light appeared on his body. The light enveloped the boundless space, blinding the eyes of others. In an instant, the world seemed to have turned into a world of light.
The light drowned everything, including the bodies of the cultivators. The cultivators of the Zhu Clan who were attacking were pierced by the light. The light penetrated their bodies, causing them to turn into countless spots of light. Illusory faces appeared in the void, faces filled with fear!
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