Chapter 886: Bitter, So Bitter

At this moment, the Venerable Shakyamuni was already like a startled bird, and the sudden voice startled him further. Feeling as if something was about to emerge from beneath his feet, without a second thought, he stomped down hard.

“Ouch, damn, another kick?” Lin Fan had just been about to get up when the guy standing on him delivered another kick, instantly pissing him off.

Who had he offended? He’d just hidden in a mud pit to avoid someone, gotten tired, and taken a nap—did he really deserve this suffering?

Without overthinking, Lin Fan shoved the foot away and then sprang to his feet.

The Venerable Shakyamuni was already scared out of his wits, and seeing the mud-covered figure before him made him cry out in shock…

“It’s you…” Lin Fan was about to send the guy who’d stepped on him flying, but he froze in surprise.

Wasn’t this that damn bald donkey?

But the bald donkey seemed to be in a bad state—could he be on the run?

Boom!

Boom!

At that moment, a giant Buddha palm descended from the sky, ready to suppress the bald donkey at any moment.

Lin Fan said nothing, shaking his head helplessly. It seemed the bald donkey wasn’t doing so well either.

Lin Fan stood between heaven and earth, threw a punch skyward—his stance domineering, simple yet brutally powerful.

With one punch, the sky-covering, earth-shading Buddha palm instantly disintegrated, turning into specks of Buddha light that eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

The Venerable Shakyamuni stared dumbfounded at the scene—how damn domineering!

Those Buddhist pursuers were incredibly powerful; throughout the chase, he had no chance to counterattack, only to flee.

But now this mud-covered figure dared to be so overbearing, leaving Shakyamuni stunned speechless.

“Brother, no need to thank me—just hold them off for me, and I’ll repay you someday.” After a brief shock, Shakyamuni knew this was no place to linger and decided to make a quick getaway.

Just as Shakyamuni was about to bolt, Lin Fan spoke up.

“Bald donkey, you don’t even recognize me? Do you want to die?”

“Sir, I’m not a bald…”

Shakyamuni disliked being called a bald donkey, but just as he was about to correct the other, he froze.

Because he realized the voice and the address were very familiar.

“You… you.” Shakyamuni stared at the mud-covered figure, momentarily shocked.

Lin Fan smiled calmly, then, noticing his own state, raised his hand and used primordial water to wash away the filth, revealing his true face.

“Sir, it’s you! I’ve finally found you!” At that moment, Shakyamuni roared as if he’d discovered a treasure.

“Sir, save me! I’m being hunted!” Shakyamuni immediately hid behind Lin Fan.

“How did you end up so pathetic?” Lin Fan looked at the figures in the void. “Just a few Eternal Divine Position experts who haven’t attained eternal status, and they’ve driven you to this—truly shameful.”

“Amitabha. Sir, this man is a criminal of the Buddhist race. Please hand him over.” At that moment, a Buddha radiating Buddha light and holding a large bell in his hand placed one palm before his chest and spoke slowly.

“Bullshit! I’m no criminal! You bastards want to steal my ‘Great Conversion Buddha Light’!” Shakyamuni, bitter from the chase, cursed. These guys were beasts—chasing him without giving him a moment’s rest.

“Hmph!”

A fat Buddha beside him roared angrily, his face full of fury, intimidating all petty scoundrels.

Shakyamuni shrank further behind Lin Fan. “Sir, these guys are ruthless—they don’t act like Buddhists at all. They kill anyone who doesn’t believe in them. The Buddhist race has changed.”

Lin Fan didn’t take these guys seriously and didn’t want to have much to do with them.

“This bald donkey is my man. If you know what’s good for you, scram. If not, don’t blame me for being merciless,” Lin Fan said.

“Amitabha! Sir, we will not leave without taking this criminal back.”

“Hmph! Harboring a criminal makes you an accomplice. Seize him and take him back for judgment.”

The angry-faced Buddha beside him bellowed.

“You asked for it. How dare you touch my people? Get lost!” In an instant, Lin Fan threw a punch.

Suddenly, a terrifying scene unfolded. The punch seemed to shatter the sky as it hurtled toward the Buddhas.

Boom!

“It’s over.”

Bang!

One by one, the Buddhas showed shocked expressions, then their bodies exploded violently, as if struck by an irresistible force.

“Ding, congratulations on killing a member of the Buddhist race.”

“Ding, the Myriad Realms War has begun. Favorability system activated.”

“Buddhist race favorability decreased.”

“Buddhist race: Hostile.”

Lin Fan was startled, not expecting such a function, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Since it was a war of all realms, he’d represent the human race.

Anyone who didn’t submit would be killed.

“Whoa, sir, you’re incredible! I haven’t seen you in a few years, and you’ve become this strong!” Shakyamuni exclaimed, as if in disbelief.

“What’s up with you? How’d you end up so pathetic? In a few years, your cultivation’s only at the ninth level of Divine Heaven? Did a dog eat your talent?” Lin Fan said.

“No, sir! I’ve been chased day and night for years, fleeing all the time—when did I have a chance to cultivate?” Shakyamuni couldn’t let Lin Fan insult him like that.

After all, he was a prodigy of the Buddhist race.

But given the current situation, he couldn’t return to the Buddhist race—he’d become a criminal.

Damn it, they were too ruthless. Just because he didn’t hand over the technique, they chased him relentlessly. What a pain in the ass.

“What about the Sanctuary?” Lin Fan asked.

“Gone.”

“And our rebel army?” Lin Fan asked again.

“Sir, the rebel army has disbanded. Those members—too spineless. As soon as they heard their own races had supreme protectors, they ran off one by one to join those unknown strongmen.”

Speaking of this, Shakyamuni felt a pang of pain.

That day, the weather was fine, but the members who had escaped with him came to him one by one.

“Deputy leader, sorry, my race has a supreme protector. I have to go back.”

Those were the ones with some conscience; the shameless ones just flew off.

“What the hell am I still doing in the rebel army? My race has a supreme protector—I’m going back to cling to that big shot.”

…

In the end, all the members slipped away, and Shakyamuni, left as a lone commander, returned to the Buddhist race. Who would have thought that after returning, he’d run into all this trouble?

Bitter! So bitter!