Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 598: Fu Hu

"All of you should please leave, Golden Buddha Mountain does not welcome you."

The other party was too brazen, audaciously coming right to their doorstep with the sole purpose of seizing the monastery's magic artifacts and divine skills. Luo Du's face was as cold as frost as he slammed the Demon-Subduing Pestle into the ground with force, shattering the floor and speaking icily.

"Elder Luo Du, it seems you've become muddled," a tall, long-faced elder from Cold Sand Sect stepped forward, his smile not reaching his eyes as he spoke.

"Didn't we just have a fight? My brothers and I have finally breached your temple's great formation, and now you are telling us to leave?"

Just now, nine individuals had already fought a great battle with Luo Du and the other monks.

"Brothers of the Cold Sand Sect, heed my command. Ascend the mountain immediately; I want to see just how bold these little baldies are to dare block our way."

Another elder from the Cold Sand Sect roared arrogantly as if he already owned Golden Buddha Mountain.

"Stop them!"

With the Demon-Subduing Pestle in hand, Luo Du commanded coldly.

As he spoke, he took the lead, his magic artifact sweeping across, enveloping the tides of Dao Magic, radiant with Buddha's light, and pressed toward the enemy.

He then bellowed again, "Set up the formation!"

"The Forty-Nine Demon-Slaying Great Formation!"

The remaining monks started to form lotuses at their feet, dispersing in all directions, preparing to set up the formation.

"Don't let these baldies set up their formation!" a holy man from Cold Sand Sect shouted loudly.

Although Golden Buddha Mountain had suffered a defeat, a starved camel is still larger than a horse; who knows if they had some terrifying formation capable of injuring those who transcend their ranks?

"Kill!"

The members of Cold Sand Sect sprang into action, a light emitted from the center of their foreheads as they charged at the monks.

Most disciples of Golden Buddha Mountain were but novice monks, their cultivation levels barely reaching the realm of Myriad Manifestation Immortal Plateaus, and though they were many, their formation had not yet been successfully established.

If these holy men were to attack, they would storm through without any resistance, slaughtering all the monks in their path.

Just then, an ethereal voice suddenly arose from the void.

"Amitabha!"

Ripples of space emanated within the void, sacred and pure golden Dharma patterns that were mysterious and profound, instantly rendering the onslaught of the Cold Sand Sect members to nothing.

A golden lotus appeared in the air, on which sat a radiant old monk, his body shimmering with golden light as he gazed down upon the members of the Cold Sand Sect from his lofty position.

He exuded an aura as vast as a rainbow, clearly a Great Saint at the intermediate stage.

"Elder!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Luo Du and his people rejoiced one after another, each performing a salute.

"Fu Hu the True One, I didn't expect even you would be disturbed," said the members of Cold Sand Sect, not showing the slightest fear upon seeing the Great Saint.

Liu Yi Dao stepped forward, incredibly calm.

"Descend from the mountain immediately, and I will pretend as if this matter never occurred," said Fu Hu the True One, hands clasped together, his voice thunderous as countless golden lotuses bloomed around him.

"You jest, True One Fu Hu. Since I have already come this far, to descend without paying respects to the ancestral Buddhas would be quite impolite," Liu Yi Dao said with a smile. However, he was fierce and intimidating, his facial expressions brutish, making his smile appear quite grotesque and at odds with his words and demeanor.

He clearly intended to ascend the mountain.

"Distinguished guests, our lineage at Golden Buddha Mountain has recently undergone a series of calamities, and the Scriptures Pavilion and Treasure Pavilion have already been emptied by the many cultivators' sects from below the mountain. You are too late at this point," said Fu Hu once more.

He was absolutely right. Ever since many Great Emperors joined forces and broke through Golden Buddha Mountain's Defensive Grand Formation, in the time that followed, other Sect Forces would attack every few days.

Those guys had already emptied the Scripture Pavilion of many Divine Ability Treasured Arts and Supreme Treasure Magic Artifacts.

Even atop the main hall, except for the statue of the Buddha, which couldn't be moved, the other statues of the Eighteen Arhats, forged from Immortal Gold, had also been greedily taken away by Cultivators.

"If you're looking for Buddhism treasures, you might as well head to Spirit Dragon Holy Land, Heavenly Sword Gate, and the Supreme Xuanhuang Sect. The Scriptures and treasures in those Sects have mostly been divided up between the three," he said.

"Damn it, old fart, are you playing us?" a Cultivator from Cold Sand Sect stepped forward, his eyes filled with bloodthirst, and shouted loudly.

"Damn Spirit Dragon Holy Land, Heavenly Sword Gate, and Supreme Xuanhuang Sect, which one doesn't have Great Emperor powerhouses stationed? If I dared to lay a hand on those three, would I come to your Golden Buddha Sect?" he continued.

"Amitabha!" Fu Hu brought his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

One of the young novice monks couldn't hold back any longer, his little face tense, holding a copper rod, and said threateningly though with some trepidation, "You don't dare to trouble those three great Sects, so you come to bully us?"

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This little novice monk was very young, only half a person tall, and the people from Cold Sand Sect didn't take him seriously at all.

"Little monk, you're so young, why did you join this no-future Golden Buddha Mountain?" a disciple from Cold Sand Sect teased the little novice, mocking him.

"This Golden Buddha Mountain has neither strength nor decisiveness in action. They can't even act unrestrained. Look, we all have come knocking at your door, and you don't even dare to fight back. It's utterly pathetic," he added.

"How about you come and join our Cold Sand Sect as a servant disciple? You'll get two Mysterious Crystals every month," suggested the Saint, inciting another round of laughter from the people of Cold Sand Sect.

"Old Eight, you're just too bad, not only stealing people's fortunes but now even their heritage!" a Cultivator chuckled aloud.

Another wave of raucous laughter followed.

"Amitabha, this humble monk didn't want to make a move, but you pushed too far," Fu Hu said calmly from atop the lotus throne.

"Suppress!"

Fu Hu stretched out a hand that transformed into a majestic mountain, vast and towering, casting a shadow over the skies as he pressed down towards the people of Cold Sand Sect.

"Hmph, finally couldn't help but make a move?"

A stern man in a cyan-grey Taoist robe from Cold Sand Sect snorted coldly, and his body shook, his Qi suddenly exploding around him.

"Break!"

The middle-aged man's Qi surged like a rainbow, his aura suddenly increased dramatically, shifting from the realm of the Holy to the Supreme Saint Early Stage.

He had been concealing his true strength all along!

The middle-aged man's arms glowed like crystal, and he waved his Jade Palm, unleashing the surging torrent of the Great Dao Principles, a Palm Imprint flicked past, immediately shattering Fu Hu's Divine Skill.

"Supreme Saint Early Stage? Who are you?"

Fu Hu's heart skipped a beat.

"Cold Sand Sect, Han Shan," he spoke curtly, stating his identity with five succinct words.

"You're the Sect Leader of Cold Sand Sect, Han Shan! You've actually broken through to the Supreme Saint Early Stage!" Fu Hu's eyes emitted an intense gleam.

Because of the frequent invasions by disciples from various Sects, Golden Buddha Mountain was well-informed about the surrounding Sect Forces.

"After all, Golden Buddha Mountain is a Sect that's been handed down since Ancient Times. If we didn't have some tricks up our sleeve, how could we dare to pay a visit?" said Liu Yi Dao indifferently from the side.

"Big brother, just make a move and squash that old fart. Golden Buddha Mountain has no need to exist anymore. Our Cold Sand Sect is newly established and still lacks a sect base. I think this place is quite suitable," the youngest disciple of Cold Sand Sect suggested mercilessly.

He was actually planning to obliterate the entire Golden Buddha Mountain and take over their place.