Chapter 890: Beaten Away

"Impressive, my brother." The Venerable Shakyamuni roared wildly, especially seeing that detestable Buddha beaten like this, he burst into manic laughter.

In recent years, it was this old bastard who had commanded people to hunt him down, leaving him not a single good day.

Now his elder brother was avenging him, stirring the Venerable Shakyamuni's heart with excitement.

"That's it, hit him."

"Well done. What Buddha? He's still being pounded by my brother."

The Venerable Shakyamuni's expression was extremely excited. Seeing the Buddha's miserable state, he laughed wildly.

What a thrill, an absolute fucking thrill.

To Lin Fan at this moment, the Buddha was nothing but a target. With such a huge body, there was no need to aim; he just opened fire directly.

And now, the Buddha could no longer sit still. That golden lotus platform, though not too useful, carried a lot of style.

When out and about, it was full of swagger. But now, to the Buddha, it had suddenly become a burden.

If he moved, wouldn't that style be completely lost?

But if he didn't move now, the situation was off. This detestable human—what kind of treasure was he using? The attacks were formless and hard to detect.

Damn it!

Just as the Buddha was pondering these things, the Gatling's attack grew even fiercer.

"It hurts..."

The Buddha could no longer bear it and stood up directly. Every part of his golden Buddha body was being battered.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the Buddha leaped up, constantly swaying his body and touching himself with his hands, as if the pain was becoming more and more unbearable.

"Benefactor, you have thoroughly enraged this Buddha. Die!" The Buddha roared, his thick palms clapping fiercely. A majestic Buddha realm descended from the sky.

"Amitabha."

Within the Buddha realm, golden Buddha light enveloped heaven and earth. Each Buddha statue seemed like a real member of the Buddha clan, chanting sutras. Instantly, from their mouths flew one scripture after another. These scriptures were like dragons and elephants—dragon-elephant scriptures, containing infinite mysteries and the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Lin Fan looked at the Buddha realm without any fear. He aimed his gun directly and opened fire.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

The Buddha realm was shot into a sieve, riddled with holes, a wretched sight. The Buddha statues within were instantly pierced by the Gatling's bullets, then exploded into nothingness.

"What kind of crap is that?"

Lin Fan was now addicted to the fight, showing no mercy. He turned the gun and aimed it at the Buddha again.

When the Buddha saw that dark gun muzzle aimed at him, his heart tightened, sensing a bad omen.

Dada-da!

At this moment, Lin Fan wondered, is this still a fight between experts? It's like shooting at targets.

The Buddha's body was tormented. That earlier Buddha realm technique was extremely powerful, containing the true essence of the Buddha clan, but in an instant, it was shattered, not even unleashing any of its power.

Lin Fan looked at the situation and already had a sense. This human supreme weapon couldn't kill the Buddha, but it could certainly inflict some damage.

The Buddha's strength had surpassed the Supreme Realm. If he were at the Supreme Realm, he would have been beaten into a meat patty long ago.

But now the Buddha was writhing, lifting his feet—even more awkward.

"Bald donkey, how does it feel? Enjoying it?" Lin Fan laughed loudly, then began to condense the power of Big Bro. One after another, spheres of Big Bro power were formed, ready to be deployed.

"Detestable human..." The Buddha was furious, feeling extremely stifled.

This human was no match for him, but that strange treasure was incredibly powerful. Though it couldn't cause him much harm, the pain was a torment.

With his current strength, his physical body shouldn't feel such sensations.

So there was only one reason: this treasure had an extraordinary effect.

"Impressive, my brother. I never knew the Buddha's dance moves were so domineering." The Venerable Shakyamuni stared at the scene, stunned, then burst into wild laughter.

"Whoo whoo whoo!"

Little Chick also laughed, flapping its wings more frequently, almost falling over from laughter.

If other experts saw the Buddha like this, they would be dumbfounded. Was this still the Buddha in their minds?

No matter when, the Buddha was always solemn and dignified, seated on his lotus platform. Even in battle, it was a clash of divine thoughts, each thought causing heaven and earth to shatter.

Just then, Lin Fan shouted, "Power of Big Bro, surround him!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, the condensed spheres of Big Bro power surrounded the Buddha.

Boom! Boom!

Lin Fan didn't care about anything else; he just sprayed bullets without any restraint.

"Detestable human, you wait for this Buddha. I will send you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, to suffer eternal torment."

From within the mist came the Buddha's furious roar.

"Looks like he's about to run."

The ten seconds of invincibility were up.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. If it came to a real fight, he definitely couldn't win. But scaring the other away now was a good choice.

"Ding, Buddha clan favorability dropped to freezing point. Irreconcilable."

Lin Fan shrugged helplessly. Another enemy added. Truly helpless, but to Lin Fan, it didn't matter much.

Lin Fan looked up at the void. The earlier battle had only used the human supreme weapon to drive the Buddha back. To truly stand shoulder to shoulder with these experts, he would need to go further.

The Buddha was thoroughly offended; he would have to be on guard from now on.

"Why is humanity so unlucky? Can't there be a single supreme expert? If there were, I'd have a backer, grow under their wing, and when I become an overpowering expert, I'd kill gods and buddhas alike. Why do I have to tough it out like this?"

Lin Fan sighed. All worries had to be borne alone.

"Brother, are we safe?" The Venerable Shakyamuni stepped forward and asked.

Lin Fan concealed his worry, then flashed a smug grin. "Isn't that obvious? Don't you know who your brother is?"

"But let's get out of here quickly. That bald donkey isn't easy to deal with." Lin Fan waved his hand, vanished into the void, and fled into the distance.

"Brother, wait for me!" The Venerable Shakyamuni, having just escaped disaster, dared not linger. He immediately followed closely.

He couldn't return to the Buddha clan. Only when his cultivation was strong enough could he fight them head-on.

By then, he would become the master of the Buddha clan. He had even thought of a title: Shakyamuni Tathagata Buddha, directly replacing the Buddha's position.

But for now, this was just the Venerable Shakyamuni's fantasy. The goal was still far away.