Chapter 674: This Feeling Is Wonderful

At this moment, both of them had their own thoughts.

Lin Fan was afraid that one punch from him would kill that bald donkey. Although this bald donkey liked to show off, he was not bad at heart.

Any demon or monster would have nowhere to hide before the system.

As for Venerable Shakyamuni, he was thinking that his physical strength was no joke.

The 'Vajra Indestructible Body of the Wrathful Buddha,' said to be the hardest cultivation method in the Buddha Clan, had been successfully cultivated by him, and his physical strength was so formidable that it could drive people to despair.

With the support of his magical power and faith, it would become even more terrifying.

This deal was truly a gain.

Not only could he earn the allegiance of these ancient clans, but he could also show off in front of the myriad races—where else could he find such a deal?

The Human Emperor and Venerable Shakyamuni seem to be at odds.

Yes, the Human Emperor wants to slay these ancient clans, while Venerable Shakyamuni wants to convert them.

Alas, let's just watch. This is not something we can interfere with.

For the myriad races, this was indeed a troublesome matter.

Both sides were great figures, both great men striving for the myriad races.

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"Bald donkey, you'd better think it over carefully. Don't come looking for me if something goes wrong," Lin Fan said.

"Don't worry, benefactor. My word is my bond. Even if I am unfortunately killed by you, I will never hold a grudge," Venerable Shakyamuni said solemnly.

But inwardly, he laughed. Come on, with my skills, how could I be crippled? That's pure fantasy.

"Alright, get ready." Lin Fan sighed. Since that was the case, he might as well go all out.

Let this bald donkey know my power.

And let him know that showing off in front of me comes at a heavy price.

"Amitabha!"

Venerable Shakyamuni chanted the Buddha's name, and suddenly became extremely sacred. Rays of Buddha light radiated from behind him, and in an instant, a fierce-faced eight-armed golden Wrathful Buddha appeared behind him.

The sounds of Buddha turned into golden lotuses, drifting between heaven and earth.

"The Wrathful Buddha's body, all evils flee."

In an instant, Venerable Shakyamuni's body seemed inlaid with gold, noble, compassionate, and sacred. The aura he emitted seemed capable of converting all demons in the world.

"Benefactor, come on. I am ready." Venerable Shakyamuni was proud. After a hundred years of cultivation, he had surpassed many of the older generation.

He had pride and confidence.

But he always maintained his original intention—the intention to save the myriad races.

"I never thought I would see Venerable Shakyamuni's 'Vajra Indestructible Body of the Wrathful Buddha' in my lifetime."

"Yes, under this golden Buddha light, I feel my soul is purified, and the resentment I felt toward the ancient clans is gradually fading."

"I heard that Venerable Shakyamuni once let the ancient clans beat him for a whole year without fighting back, just to convert them."

"What a holy monk. If only the Buddha Clan had more monks like Venerable Shakyamuni."

The myriad races watched the scene before them and murmured to themselves.

There were good people and bad people.

The same was true of the Buddha Clan: there were Buddhas who converted and evil Buddhas who fell into the abyss.

"Not bad, quite impressive. This physical strength is the strongest I've encountered." Lin Fan couldn't help but praise.

This was the truth. The physical strength of Venerable Shakyamuni, if measured by cultivation level, had reached the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Realm.

Lin Fan had rarely seen anyone who had cultivated their body to such an extent.

If he worked a little harder and reached a higher realm, he could even rival the supreme beings of the ancient clans.

"Thank you for the compliment, benefactor. Please throw your punch. I will not dodge or avoid it." Venerable Shakyamuni was delighted to hear the Human Emperor's praise.

See? My physical strength is this powerful. This human is clearly stunned by it.

If I told him I still had a trick up my sleeve, I wonder what he would think.

Thinking this, Venerable Shakyamuni couldn't help but show a sly smile.

Lin Fan looked at his own fair-skinned fists and blew on them lightly. "Alright, bald donkey, get ready. Here I come."

"Come on. If I don't enter hell, who will? Today, let me bear your furious punch." Venerable Shakyamuni said in a loud voice.

The myriad races watched the scene before them, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

This was a rare sight for them, one they might never see again in their lifetime.

As for this bet that would decide the fate of the ancient clans, they were more optimistic about Venerable Shakyamuni.

Although the Human Emperor was powerful, Venerable Shakyamuni was famous, and the 'Vajra Indestructible Body of the Wrathful Buddha' was a profound Buddha physical cultivation method. Once cultivated, one would be invincible in the world.

At this moment, Lin Fan slowly walked toward Venerable Shakyamuni.

His two palms slowly straightened, his fingers as if grasping something.

Plain and simple, without any fluctuation of magical power.

Seeing the Human Emperor's attack, Venerable Shakyamuni sighed inwardly.

"It seems the Human Emperor shares the same thought as me."

To Venerable Shakyamuni, such a light move could have no lethal power. The Human Emperor must be testing his resolve.

At this moment, Venerable Shakyamuni couldn't help but admire Lin Fan.

Although this Human Emperor kept calling him a bald donkey, they both had the ambition to save the myriad races.

Such a friend was worth befriending.

In an instant, Lin Fan arrived before Venerable Shakyamuni, and a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Black Tiger Steals the Heart."

Bang!

At this moment, Lin Fan's hands grabbed Venerable Shakyamuni's chest.

Even Venerable Shakyamuni did not expect this human to be so lecherous, attacking his little grapes.

The myriad races were also stunned, wondering what was going on.

When the Human Emperor made his move, they were puzzled, not knowing what use this plain move had.

"Benefactor, please continue." Venerable Shakyamuni felt a strange sensation. Although it was a human male grabbing his chest, the feeling was not bad. He couldn't help but want to try it again.

"No need. One move is enough." Lin Fan finished and withdrew. Once the 'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' was used, blood and wind would surely follow.

Venerable Shakyamuni looked at the Human Emperor in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

But in that instant, Venerable Shakyamuni's calm expression suddenly changed, and his Buddha-like eyes widened in shock.

"This..."

Venerable Shakyamuni felt his chest change. The change was hard to describe, but he could truly feel it.

"Scream if you want to." Lin Fan said calmly.

"Benefactor, this..." Venerable Shakyamuni didn't understand what was happening, but at that moment, a surge of pain welled up in his heart.

"Ah!"

"It hurts so much! How can this be?" Venerable Shakyamuni could no longer maintain his calm expression, clutching his chest with both hands.

"Look, is Venerable Shakyamuni's chest getting bigger?"

"How is that possible? Venerable Shakyamuni is a man."

"Damn, it really is getting bigger. Look, it's even bigger now, bigger than the Rabbit Clan chief's."

"What's going on? How did the Human Emperor's light grab cause such damage?"

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