On the battlefield
Wang Hao held the Blade of Plunder, sensing the energy values.
After all this time accumulating.
The energy values had reached a terrifying 246,300 points.
Looking at the massive Buddha, Wang Hao's lips curled into a sneer.
Shakyamuni's skull relic?
Who knows if he can withstand my 240,000-point Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique.
"Wuse, the Qi Xia Temple is located in my Su Jing territory, the skull relic is also enshrined in my Su Jing, and I bear the fate of Purple Gold Mountain, with my influence also in Su Jing.
Yet you refuse to support me or work for me, and instead, you go and assist others to fight against me.
Very well! Since that's the case, today I will sever your mangy head and use your blood to show the world the fate of a backstabber."
Wang Hao's words caused Master Wuse's lips to twitch hard.
However, he did not argue.
He merely put his hands together in a prayer gesture and recited a Buddhist mantra.
Amitabha.
