Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

The more furious and aggressive the Buddha’s Son acted, the more it revealed the anxiety and panic in his heart!

He was protesting too much, and it was obvious.

He was confident he had guessed correctly!

The Buddha’s Son was just bluffing!

”Fine. If it’s truly as you say, I will naturally accept punishment for baselessly suspecting a fellow Daoist from Jingkong Temple.”

Jin Shengquan agreed with a calm expression.

His decision surprised everyone.

The Buddha’s Son’s heart, however, turned to ice.

It felt as if he had plunged into an abyss.

He had never imagined that Jin Shengquan would be so unfazed by his threats and agree to his demand so easily.

’Why?’

’Could he have guessed that I’m just bluffing?’

The Buddha’s Son’s mind was in turmoil, and cold sweat was already trickling down his back.

Of course, it was impossible for Ye Chen to know any profound Buddhist techniques.

But he had already talked himself into a corner, leaving no room for retreat.

If he couldn’t make Ye Chen display a Buddhist Sect Secret Technique in public, Ye Chen’s identity would surely be exposed!

Faced with such a desperate situation, the Buddha’s Son was clearly out of options.

He looked at the gazes from the crowd—some amused, some curious, some suspicious—and sighed softly. Knowing the situation was irreversible, he was about to confess.

But just then, a brilliant golden light erupted from Ye Chen’s body.

A potent Buddhist dao charm instantly filled the entire Lingtian Pavilion. Over the large lake nearby, golden auspicious clouds even seemed to be gathering!

Such an astonishing phenomenon immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Even the Buddha’s Son nearly cried out in shock. He hurriedly suppressed the tremor in his heart and looked toward Ye Chen.

’That’s Buddhist light!’

’Ye Chen actually mastered a Buddhist Sect Secret Technique?’

The Cultivators in the crowd broke into a commotion.

”That is indeed the aura of a true Buddhist scripture!”

”Could it be that the mysterious fellow Daoist is really from Jingkong Temple?”

”Were we all wrong to suspect him?”

”...”

Similar discussions rose and fell throughout the venue.

Jin Shengquan’s face was grim, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He never in his wildest dreams expected such a turn of events.

The aura flowing from the mysterious man in the conical hat was undoubtedly a pure Buddhist aura!

’Looks like this Jin Shengquan guy has overplayed his hand,’ Murong Chen, the top prodigy of the Murong family, glanced silently at Jin Shengquan and couldn’t help but think to himself.

He was suave and dashing, a bona fide handsome man.

His serene smile always made people feel as pleasant as a spring breeze, exuding a powerful, approachable charm.

But only those familiar with Murong Chen knew just how ruthless and cruel this contemporary prodigy of the Murong family was in private.

”Oh? Now how will this end?” At the head seat, the white-robed man raised an eyebrow, watching the situation unfold with great interest.

Song Tianxing and Song Jun were clearly startled as well, and doubt grew even stronger in their hearts.

They had originally suspected the mysterious man was most likely Ye Chen.

But now that he had publicly used a Buddhist dao technique, they were filled with shock and uncertainty.

The Buddha’s Son quickly came to his senses. Forgetting his shock over how Ye Chen could have mastered a Buddhist technique, he swiftly regained his composure and looked at Jin Shengquan with an indifferent expression.

”Fellow Daoist Jin, isn’t it about time you fulfilled your promise?”

”What was it you said just now? If I recall correctly, you were going to kowtow and admit your mistake in public, right?”

In that moment, the pressure shifted onto Jin Shengquan.

All eyes in the venue turned to Jin Shengquan. He felt his heart sink, and his face stiffened, losing all its previous composure.

”You said he is from Jingkong Temple.”

”At the very least, he must use a Buddhist dao technique that can prove he is a successor of Jingkong Temple.”

”He can’t just use some random Buddhist cultivation method he picked up somewhere to fool us,” Jin Shengquan said in a low voice.

”What did you say?”

The Buddha’s Son frowned. ”That’s not what you said just now. You said that as long as my friend here used a Buddhist Sect Secret Technique, you would kneel and apologize!”

”Besides, you felt it yourself. That was no ordinary Buddhist cultivation method. Not just anyone can master it so easily!”

”Fellow Daoist Jin, you keep making excuses. Am I to assume you intend to go back on your promise?”

The Buddha’s Son’s confrontational attitude made killing intent surge in Jin Shengquan’s heart.

On the surface, however, he pretended to be calm, meeting the Buddha’s Son’s sharp gaze with a placid expression.

Just as he was about to say something more...

Suddenly, the white-robed man spoke.

”Enough.”

Jin Shengquan’s heart jolted. He looked at the white-robed man, and although he didn’t know why the man was suddenly intervening, he chose to remain silent.

Everyone’s attention was also drawn to the white-robed man.

Under the crowd’s gaze, the white-robed man unhurriedly poured himself a cup of wine before saying with a smile, ”To our fellow Daoist from Jingkong Temple, if you feel that others are not worthy of knowing your identity...”

”...I wonder, am I worthy?”

The venue fell silent, with only the white-robed man’s voice echoing.

Beside him, Li Jianyin frowned.

But the Buddha’s Son remained aggressive, sneering, ”Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you worthy of knowing his identity?”

This time, however, his aggression had no effect.

The white-robed man’s gaze turned cold, and an invisible force suddenly erupted.

BANG!

The Buddha’s Son’s expression changed drastically. He had no time to dodge. As if struck by a primordial Divine Mountain, he was sent flying backward, coughing up blood continuously, his face turning deathly pale.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present!

Song Tianxing, Song Jun, Jin Shengquan, and the others sneered inwardly, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Song Yubing, however, was worried and at a loss for what to do.

Chi Ming frowned, seeming to hesitate on whether to intervene.

”You...”

”Are you trying to invite retaliation from Jingkong Temple?”

The Buddha’s Son struggled to prop himself up, his expression furious.

He never imagined the man would attack without another word.

’And isn’t this white-robed man’s strength a little too terrifying?’

’I’m a Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator!’

Yet he hadn’t even seen how the man attacked. A mere glance had severely injured him!

He was, after all, a renowned prodigy of his generation from the eastern part of the dynasty. The scene unfolding now was a major setback for the Buddha’s Son, and it also shocked the other Cultivators present.

Most of them had assumed the white-robed man could sit as an equal with a peerless prodigy like Li Jianyin only because of the status of that ”great personage.”

But who could have guessed that he was actually a hidden master himself?

And one must remember, the white-robed man was merely an Attendant to that great personage.

If even the Attendant was so terrifying, how powerful must the great personage be?