Chapter 642B – Immortal Sect Catastrophe

The Dao Arena Master suddenly looked up. There seemed to be a sea of blood boiling within his eyes. He lifted a hand and punched out, and a terrifying strength instantly erupted. Like a river in the skies bursting free from its dam, this strength seemed like it would drown the world beneath.

A blood red-robed Buddhist Nation Sovereign stepped out. Behind him were a trillion Buddha phantoms. They read sutras that reverberated through the heavens.

He lifted a hand and thrust down. These two supreme beings of the world directly clashed without any hesitation.

The explosive shockwaves were loud enough to sunder the skies. The thick fog all around instantly dispersed and the true appearances of the mountains were revealed. Countless ancient trees, birds, and beasts were exposed to the world.

But in the next moment, an invisible hand seemed to fall down and wipe everything away. Everything that was within line of sight was immediately reduced to nothing.

And what was even more terrifying was that destructive shockwaves began to spread outwards from the point of collision.

The Buddhist Nation Sovereign was without expression. He looked at everything happening around him but remained unmoved. “Dao Arena Master, why are you collaborating with the Demonic Path to invade my Immortal Sect?”

Solitary Westgate roared out loud, “A debt of blood must be paid with blood!”

The Buddhist Nation Sovereign’s pupils shrank as everything returned to deathly silence. As expected, there was no such thing as an eternal secret in this world. He didn’t care about where the Dao Arena Master learned of this secret. All he knew was that the enmity of killing a wife and child could only be cleaned with dripping blood.

Perhaps this would be the blood of the Immortal Sect, or perhaps it would be the blood of the Dao Arena Master…only when one side was brought to complete ruin would things come to a conclusion.

The Buddhist Nation Sovereign lifted his hand and grasped forward. Countless Buddha phantoms appeared, all of them screaming and crying.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Each shout of ‘kill’ was its own wisp of killing intent. These killing intents crossed space to gather in the hands of the Buddhist Nation Sovereign and turn into a gray bowl. The gray bowl had the images of buddhas imprinted on it. Their angry glares exuded a desire for destruction.

“Go!”

With a loud shout the bowl fle