339: Chapter 338 Target: Southern Heavenly Gate!

"Screw your skin! Screw your Hell!"

Lin Feng cursed directly, pointing at Manjushri's nose and shouting, "Since you aren't the one dying, of course you can stand there and talk without feeling any pain! Your Buddhist sect preaches Karma, but where were you when the Heavenly Court was bullying me? Where were you when the Yao Race was eating people? Now that I've resisted and won, you run out to act like good guys and play favorites? And you still want to reap the rewards?"

"Is this your 'Mercy'? I think it's hypocrisy! It's greed!"

Bodhisattva Manjushri's smile stiffened slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes as his Vajra-furious expression faintly emerged: "Stubborn and unyielding. Since the donor is obsessed and refuses to repent, this poor monk can only use Vajra methods to subdue the demons. This is also a form of mercy."

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna All Buddhas! Prajna Dharmacakra!"

Bodhisattva Manjushri swung the Wisdom Sword in his hand violently.

This was no ordinary Sword Qi; it was an attack containing the 'Law of Karma'. As long as you have thoughts in your heart, as long as you are within this cycle of Karma, this sword can sever your Divine Soul; there is no escaping it.

"Playing with Karma with me? Trying to out-shout me?" Lin Feng sneered.

"System, give me some explosive BGM! Drown out these bald donkeys' chanting! Something that makes people want to take off on the spot!"

Boom! The originally solemn Sanskrit chants were instantly torn apart by a violent burst of electric guitar and dense drum beats.

That was pure aesthetic of noise violence! That was a battle horn that sent adrenaline skyrocketing!

The Cultivators in the city who had been dazed were instantly shaken awake, their blood boiling, eyes turning red, wishing they could rush up right now and tear that golden body to pieces.

"Ten Thousand Dao — Buddha Annihilation!" Lin Feng drew his long saber; there were no flashy Moves, just pure slashing.

But under the blessing of the Ten Thousand Dao Laws, this strike contained three extreme attributes: 'Law-Breaking', 'Demon-Sealing', and 'Destruction'.

Crack! With a crisp sound, the Wisdom Sword Qi swung by Bodhisattva Manjushri was split in two by Lin Feng's blade amidst the violent rock rhythm, turning into nothingness.

Immediately after, Lin Feng's figure moved like lightning, instantly closing the distance to stand before the massive golden body.

"Your golden body is huge, right? I think it's just bloated! It's watered-down pork!"

Lin Feng balled his left hand into a fist, with black Chaos Qi condensing on it; even space collapsed under this punch.

"Normal Punch — Serious Version!" Bang! This punch landed squarely on the bridge of Manjushri's Dharma form's nose.

Time seemed to stand still for a second. Immediately after, that ten-thousand-foot-tall, seemingly indestructible golden Dharma form began to crack from the bridge of its nose, with fissures spreading rapidly like a spiderweb.

"No... this is impossible! Your Physical Body... has it already reached Sainthood?! Is this the power of Pangu's true form?!" Bodhisattva Manjushri's terrified voice came, filled with disbelief.

"Only realizing it now? Too late!" Lin Feng delivered a spinning kick, slamming it hard into the chest of the Dharma form.

Rumble—! The massive golden body shattered like glass, turning into golden specks of light filling the sky.

Bodhisattva Manjushri's true body let out a muffled groan, a trace of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror. Although it was only a Dharma body, it still contained thirty percent of his power! It was actually blown up with one punch? Just what kind of monster is this Lin Feng?

"Go back and tell Tathagata." Lin Feng stood amidst the golden light, like a blood-bathed god of war, the background music still intense, "Want to convert me? Let him come himself! Sending you lackeys isn't enough!"

"Also, next time you dare to come to my doorstep and cause noise pollution, I'll go to Mount Spirit, tear down your Great Leiyin Temple, and turn it into an outhouse! I'll fill in your Karma Pool and use it to raise fish!"

Bodhisattva Manjushri looked deeply at Lin Feng, knowing that nothing could be done today, and pressed his palms together: "Donor, please take care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned into a golden light and disappeared into the western horizon as if fleeing.

"Tch, running faster than a rabbit." Lin Feng put away his long saber, and the BGM stopped accordingly.

Below, the City of Sin erupted in earth-shaking cheers once again. Even a Bodhisattva was beaten away! Who else is there?!

But there was not the slightest relaxation on Lin Feng's face. He knew this was just a test. Once Mount Spirit and the Heavenly Court joined forces, that would be the true storm.

"Passively taking hits has never been my style." Lin Feng looked at his subordinates who were still cheering, a trace of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Since they don't want me to have peace, then we will take the initiative. The best defense is offense."

"Pass the order!" "All troops, prepare! Target — South Heaven Gate!"

If one is not mad, how can one survive?

This decision of Lin Feng's made even the craziest and most bellicose Nezha pause for three seconds upon hearing it, his Fire-Tipped Spear almost falling to the ground.

"Boss... are you serious?" Nezha gulped, eyes wide, "We're going to attack the South Heaven Gate? That's the main gate of the Heavenly Court! That's the face of the Three Realms! For tens of thousands of years, other than that monkey who caused trouble once back then, no one has dared to take the initiative to attack it! If we smash that thing, it'll be a true fight to the death; there won't even be a chance for amnesty."

"Amnesty?" Lin Feng sneered while wiping the blood off his long saber, "Nezha, do you think we still have a chance for amnesty after beating up the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, thrashing the Five Elders, blasting the Bodhisattva, and extorting a billion from the Jade Emperor? They are dying to skin me alive."

"Besides, I never wanted amnesty. What I want is — a regime change."

"Since they are always acting high and mighty, treating us as ants of the Lower Realm to be trampled upon at will, then I will show them how ants bite an elephant to death, and how to poke a hole in the sky."

"Princess Yao Ji! How is the supply preparation going?"

Princess Yao Ji had already changed into a set of tight-fitting black battle armor, outlining her perfect curves and looking heroic. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, the bloodthirsty factor in the Demon Race's bones stirring: "Report, Boss, the flying ships are fully charged, ammunition is sufficient, and the logistics supply line has been established. All immortal-guided cannons have been preheated! Ready to depart at any time!"

"Good!" Lin Feng strode out of the temple and arrived at the massive military parade square.

At this moment, one hundred thousand troops were assembled on the square.

At the very front were the eight hundred fully armed Grand Unity Golden Immortal Death Warriors; they wore Black Dragon armor, held God-Breaking Spears, and radiated suffocating Killing Intent, resembling a legion from Hell.

Behind them was a motley crew composed of various demons and monsters; although their discipline was slightly lacking, they excelled in sheer numbers, and the ruthlessness of these outlaws was something the pampered Heavenly Soldiers and Generals couldn't compare to.

In the sky, hundreds of warships were hovering. The flagship in the very center, ten thousand meters long — "Lin Class One" (a name Lin Feng came up with, still as tacky as ever, but who would dare call it tacky?), was flickering with deep blue light, its massive main cannon pointed directly at the firmament.