Chapter Twenty-Four: Beyond the World

Thousand Buddha Hands, Flower-Picking Finger, Robe Subduing Demon Technique, Mighty Vajra Finger, and more. This man truly deserved to be called the genius disciple of Grand Forest Monastery; his strength, beneath the grandmasters and within the innate realm, undoubtedly ranked first. Yet, compared to him, it still fell far short.

Nevertheless, the unique skills mastered by Wisdom Sword were indeed remarkable. Nearby, the crowd grew larger, many wearing mocking smiles.

"Wisdom Sword, I never thought you’d be so furious," said Tang Xiaotian, a disciple of Pure Yang Sect, cradling his longsword with a laugh.

"Commander Jiang’s relentless questioning exposed the hypocrisy of Buddhism, shattering Wisdom Sword’s composure and disturbing his Buddhist principles," remarked Bai Yunfei of True Martial Sect, hands clasped behind his back with a smile. "Put down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha on the spot—originally meant to let go of obsession, but Grand Forest Monastery twisted it, making it a den of filth."

"Commander Jiang said it best: kindness to sinners is the greatest insult to good people, the greatest evil. Such words deserve to be widely known!" declared a young man from Divine Sword Manor, his voice clear and strong.

Many nodded in agreement.

Xiao Yingcheng had also arrived, standing among the crowd. Watching the two combatants, he analyzed Jiang Ming’s strength: “He’s so composed—hiding his true power? That shouldn’t be the case. Since he dared to block the path here, he should be overwhelmingly strong, deterring others from intervening. So why this hesitation? Is he wary of Grand Forest Monastery? Given what he’s done, that’s unlikely.”

“No matter what, since he dared to come, he must die.”

“Best if he kills Wisdom Sword first, then Tang Xiaotian, Bai Yunfei, and He Qianshan.”

Xiao Yingcheng thought maliciously.

The battlefield!

"Little monk, if you admit that putting down the butcher’s knife to become a Buddha is twisted logic, I’ll spare your life," Jiang Ming suddenly spoke.

"Blasphemer! Die!" Wisdom Sword’s fury burned through the nine heavens.

Yet, deep down, he was even more shocked by Jiang Ming’s power.

He understood—he was no match, not at all.

Still, he was confident the other wouldn’t dare kill him. Killing him meant making an enemy of Grand Forest Monastery. Even the Sun and Moon Demon Sect would think twice before attempting his life.

"Then I’ll go become a Buddha!" Jiang Ming’s eyes flashed coldly; with fingers like swords, he pierced through his o