Chapter 63: Destroying the Buddha and Smashed Pedestals: The Fiendish Might of the Heavenly Demon Obliterates the Dao Sanctuary

Hearing this voice, the expressions of everyone inside the grand hall changed drastically in an instant.

Before they could react, however, a deafening explosion echoed as the heavy doors of the hall were blown wide open. Amidst billowing dust and smoke, a figure stepped into their line of sight.

His eyebrows grew in reverse, his face looked as though it were chiseled by a blade, his shoulders were broad and thick, and his tall frame stood in the doorway, blocking out the sunlight and casting a deep shadow over the entire hall.

Upon recognizing the face of Yi Beidou, the three masters—Di Ting, Di Wen, and Di Ling—saw their expressions turn pale with shock.

While intelligence regarding Yi Beidou's appearance might not have fully circulated within Siam yet, it was impossible for them not to recognize him.

Back when Ruan Guangqin had been wounded by Yi Beidou and returned to the Baolian Temple, the Great Vow Baolian Superior had personally stepped in to treat him, making it known that a Heavenly Demon had descended upon Donghua.

From that moment on, the Baolian Temple had been making preparations and gathering all available dossiers on Yi Beidou.

Yet, why would this man appear here?!

Their master had clearly departed in secret to suppress the demon and eradicate the fiend, but now this person had appeared here safe and sound. Could it be...

A terrifying thought took root in the minds of the three masters.

Had their master been defeated by this man, and perhaps even perished?!

"What? Why aren't you hurrying to draw a divination lot for yourselves? I keep my word and am giving you a chance."

Yi Beidou strode into the grand hall.

"Activate the array!!"

Di Ting roared fiercely. The three masters and the various monks inside the hall instantly scattered in all directions, rushing to key nodes within the room and triggering various hidden mechanisms.

The three masters formed esoteric mudras with their hands, while the monks produced various precious artifacts, chanting demon-subduing scriptures at the top of their lungs.

As this was the core architecture of the Baolian Temple, it was naturally meticulously equipped with a protective grand array capable of manipulating magnetic fields and producing all sorts of miraculous effects.

When they received believers here and utilized the layout of the hall, they could manifest incredible divine techniques to bewilder people's minds.

To a certain extent, with the three masters presiding over the array here, they could unleash effects comparable to the true intent of attaining sainthood.

The sound of chanting reverberated heavily through the hall, instantly reaching a deafening pitch. Incense smoke billowed from the hidden mechanisms around the room like mist, lights flickered, and combined with the magnetic field pulled by the mudras, it immediately plunged everyone into a deep illusion.

The golden-bodied Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform—which bore a striking resemblance to the Great Vow Baolian Superior—seemed to come to life, its expression majestic as it extended five fingers toward the interior of the hall.

At this sight, Mahila's mind was shaken violently, and he almost collapsed backward onto the floor. Fortunately, the bodyguards behind him were elite martial artists who forcibly suppressed their discomfort and steadied him, preventing him from making a disgraceful scene.

Yi Beidou's expression remained unchanged. If this grand array were personally presided over by the Great Vow Baolian Superior, it might still pose some threat to him.

Thud!!

With a single stride, his body stood upright, one finger pointing toward the heavens and the other toward the earth. The two words "Free and Untettered" boomed like rolling thunder, instantly drowning out all the Sanskrit chanting within the hall.

The Free and Untettered Dharma Seal reverses yin and yang and shatters the realm of reality!

At this moment, in Mahila's eyes, Yi Beidou's figure towered over the Buddha statue before him, standing between heaven and earth with a holiness impossible to fathom.

Inside the grand hall, the magnetic field became chaotic and spiritual pressure surged wildly. The monks of the Baolian Temple felt blood rush to their throats, and all of them spat out a mouthful of fresh blood simultaneously, rendering the grand array completely paralyzed.

"Since you are unwilling to draw lots for yourselves, I will seal your fate directly. Die!!"

Yi Beidou's figure flickered, instantly appearing before the monk Di Ting, and brought his palm crashing down.

Malevolent energy coalesced, the Heavenly Demon Exterminates the Dharma!

Although Di Ting was only a step away from attaining sainthood, the difference between reaching it and failing was as vast as heaven and earth. Otherwise, how could it be called the barrier of life and death, the obstacle between mortals and immortals?

Di Ting was instantly paralyzed by the murderous tribulation of the exterminating dharma. Yi Beidou's palm slammed squarely onto the crown of his head, sending brain matter and blood spurting from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The master revered by the mortal world was obliterated with a single palm strike.

Next came the slaughter. Before Yi Beidou, these people could not even manage to escape the hall.

The Buddhist temple was stained with blood, painted in a deep, vibrant crimson.

Prince Mahila breathed heavily, and the bodyguards beside him reached toward their waists, seemingly preparing to draw their weapons.

They were not ordinary martial artists; they were proficient in the use of firearms, blending them seamlessly with martial arts. In this confined space, a sudden assault utilizing firearms might just carry a sliver of a threat against a master who had attained sainthood.

"Don't—!"

Mahila hurriedly reached out to stop them, freezing the three bodyguards in their tracks.

The intruder was clearly targeting the Baolian Temple and had no personal grudge against him. If they made a move now, entangling themselves in the enmity, it would likely end in disaster.

He dared not easily provoke such a murderous fiend and star of calamity.

Before long, the grand hall fell into a heavy silence, littered with corpses.

With a calm expression, Yi Beidou stood before the zhang-liu-tall golden statue.

By now, the golden body of the statue was stained with blood, yet its face—resembling that of the Great Vow Baolian Superior—still gazed downward with drooping, calm eyes.

Yi Beidou leaped into the air, landing directly upon the lotus platform, and slammed a palm straight toward the Buddha's head.

Bang!!

The purely golden Buddha head was twisted out of shape, snapping off at the neck and tumbling to the ground with a loud clatter.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Yi Beidou struck out with continuous palm blows, completely deforming the body of the Buddha, before suddenly delivering a heavy stomping kick.

Rumble!!

Under the immense force, the base of the Buddha's lotus platform shattered into countless fragments.

Kill his disciples, destroy his golden body.

Having finished all of this, he turned around, tipped his toes, leaped down from the platform, and locked his gaze onto Mahila.

In a split second, Mahila felt as though a towering mountain had been pressed onto his shoulders, making it difficult to draw a breath.

However, having seen the world, he forced himself to calm down, signaled his bodyguards not to act rashly, and stepped forward alone. He brought his hands together in front of his chest and bowed, performing a traditional Siamese greeting.

"Great Master, I am Mahila, the Third Prince of Siam. I am willing to listen to your teachings."

Mahila said in slightly halting Donghua Chinese.

"You should be grateful that you didn't let your subordinates make a move just now, otherwise you would already be a corpse."

Yi Beidou said indifferently.

Mahila's breath hitched, and he did not dare to say another word.

Although he did not recognize Yi Beidou's face by sight, he had already guessed his identity.

A native of Donghua, a master of sainthood at such a youthful age, coupled with ruthlessly vicious methods and a terrifying aura of demonic energy billowing around him...

Aside from the fiend who had recently made headlines by wreaking havoc in northern Myanmar and single-handedly slaughtering the Nanyang branch of the Vanguard Group, who else could it be?

Yet, he simply could not comprehend why this man had appeared here, nor why he would unleash such a devastating and merciless onslaught upon the Baolian Temple.

While the other party did indeed have past grievances with the Baolian Temple, it hardly warranted taking things to this extreme.

Clearly, however, Yi Beidou had no interest in explaining the details to him.

Or rather, he was simply not qualified to know yet.

Meanwhile, the events unfolding at the Great Baolian Temple had spread like wildfire.

Outside the Baolian Temple, the streets had been urgently cordoned off by the Siamese military. Fully armed combat personnel advanced into the temple grounds, sealing off the entire complex airtight, while all tourists were temporarily detained. The roar of engines filled the sky as a squadron of helicopters rapidly arrived, hovering menacingly overhead.

The locality had entered a state of emergency.

Donghua, Special Security Bureau, Headquarters Office.

"Director Zhao! Intelligence personnel from Siam have just transmitted news! The Great Baolian Temple has come under attack, and the Siamese military has mobilized in full force! The perpetrator is suspected to be Yi Beidou!"

Director Zhao's office door was shoved open without warning by his panting assistant.

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao abruptly leaped to his feet from his chair, feeling his vision spin slightly.

True to his worries, trouble followed right after this fellow disappeared. Why on earth did he run off to Siam?! And of all places, the Great Baolian Temple?!

Did he really intend to turn the entire Nanyang region upside down?!