Chapter 106 – Buddha Son of the Northern Desert, Ba Tulu roars and overturns half of the heavenly pride

Upon hearing the voice, Gongsun Huaiyu turned her head to look.

She saw a monk in a white robe standing at the door, though she hadn't noticed when he arrived.

The moment she saw the monk, Gongsun Huaiyu felt her heart skip a beat.

Enchanting!

Too enchanting!

Gongsun Huaiyu had never seen a man so captivating; his features were even more beautiful than a woman's.

His skin was more delicate than flowers, and the beauty of androgyny was perfectly embodied in him.

The white monk robe, which should have exuded an aura of detachment, instead added a mesmerizing charm to him.

Shaking her head to steady herself, Gongsun Huaiyu sneered.

"Who do you think you are, saying to show mercy and expecting me to comply?"

"I refuse to show mercy, what can you..."

"Girl, come back!"

Before Gongsun Huaiyu could finish her sentence, Chen Changsheng interrupted her from not far away.

Chen Changsheng, who had been relaxed, now appeared serious.

Hearing Chen Changsheng's call, Gongsun Huaiyu glared fiercely at the white-robed monk before running to Chen Changsheng's side.

"Young Master, why do you keep stopping me!"

"I can handle them."

In response to Gongsun Huaiyu's complaint, Chen Changsheng glanced at the white-robed monk in the distance and said calmly.

"I won't stop you from doing what you want, but you'd better avoid that guy."

"If you ever encounter him, you have only two choices."

"First, turn around and run without hesitation."

"Second, cut off his head before he speaks, and do it without hesitation."

Hearing Chen Changsheng's solemn advice, not only was Gongsun Huaiyu intrigued, but everyone present was also interested.

Ba Tulu, who had been devouring spiritual fruits, swallowed and said loudly.

"Is he really that formidable?"

"You, Chen Changsheng, don't seem like someone who fears trouble, so why are you so cautious around a bald guy?"

"If you're scared, should I knock him out for you?"

Chen Changsheng smiled slightly and said, "Sure!"

"Then go ahead and knock him out for me."

"Swish!"

Before Chen Changsheng's words had even faded, Ba Tulu had already appeared in front of the white-robed monk.

A wooden club thicker than a human leg was swung down fiercely at the monk's head.

This white-robed monk was the Buddha Son of the Northern Desert, who had single-handedly challenged nineteen strongholds of the three major Sacred Grounds.

Many heroes had long wanted to test their skills against the Buddha Son of the Northern Desert, and Ba Tulu was no exception.

His conversation with Chen Changsheng was merely an excuse to make a move.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The powerful impact shattered countless fruit plates, but the white-robed monk caught the club with one hand, leaving a web of cracks beneath his feet.

Despite the cracks, he managed to withstand Ba Tulu's strike.

Seeing this, even the always straightforward Ba Tulu's expression changed.

That strike, though only at half strength, was not easy to withstand.

Among the entire Hero's Gathering, only the mysterious Chen Changsheng and the inscrutable Holy Son of Yaoguang were considered worthy opponents in terms of physical prowess.

Apart from these two, Ba Tulu didn't consider anyone else a match in physical strength.

But now, the Buddha Son from the Northern Desert had to be counted as well.

"Amitabha!"

"Benefactor, your hostility is too strong. Allow this humble monk to recite a scripture to help you dissolve it."

After taking Ba Tulu's strike, the white-robed monk performed a Buddhist salute with one hand and began chanting a scripture.

Though his voice was not loud, the profound Buddhist chant echoed throughout the Hero's Gathering.

As the scripture was recited, countless heroes felt a sense of peace, gradually letting go of their past obsessions.

At this moment, many felt a sudden urge to shave their heads and become monks.

However, not everyone at the Hero's Gathering was affected by the Buddha Son's scripture.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang smiled, sipping fine wine while listening to the Buddha Son's chant.

Similarly, Chen Changsheng, like the Holy Son of Yaoguang, continued eating while listening to the chant.

But unlike the Holy Son, a faint Buddhist light emanated from Chen Changsheng.

Compared to the relaxed Chen Changsheng and the Holy Son, others seemed to struggle.

The Saintess of the Zifu formed hand seals with her eyes closed, Ye Hensheng sat cross-legged reciting Taoist scriptures, and Su Tian radiated the power of the stars, like a living war god.

The top heroes present all employed their own methods to resist the Buddhist chant.

"Drink!"

As the chant filled the air, Ba Tulu was also affected to some extent.

But before the influence could deepen, a string of beast teeth around Ba Tulu's neck glowed faintly, snapping him back to reality.

Realizing he had almost fallen for it, Ba Tulu wouldn't give the Buddha Son another chance to act.

With a shout filled with boundless vitality, he interrupted everything.

"Poof!"

First confused by the chant, then shocked by Ba Tulu's roar, more than half of the heroes present collapsed instantly.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

With the chant dispelled, Ye Hensheng and Su Tian panted heavily, drenched in sweat.

The situation had been extremely perilous; if not for Ba Tulu interrupting the monk's chant, they might have succumbed.

At this moment, attendants from the Kunlun Sacred Ground emerged from the corners.

They began orderly removing the fainted heroes and dismantling their seats.

The great powers seated at the head table remained silent throughout.

Or rather, they tacitly approved of such struggles.

"Now do you understand what the Hero's Gathering is?"

Chen Changsheng's words pulled Gongsun Huaiyu and the others back from their shock.

Looking at the fallen heroes, Gongsun Huaiyu swallowed hard and nodded in astonishment.

She had just witnessed the power of the Buddha Son's chant; if they were to fight, her chances of winning would be at best thirty percent.

And then there was Ba Tulu from the Southern Plains, who had been hiding his strength all along.

Not to mention, his roar alone had toppled more than half of the heroes.

Such a feat, even with ten more years of practice, seemed daunting for her.

"You bald monk, you're too cunning. I won't fight you."

Having suffered a minor setback, Ba Tulu returned to his seat with a dark expression.

Seeing this, the white-robed monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, "This humble monk is Xuanxin, greetings to all benefactors."

"I wonder if my scripture has helped cleanse some of your hostility?"

Hearing Xuanxin's words, Jiang Bufan, seated at the head table, spoke softly, "Young Friend, you truly live up to being the Buddha Son of the Buddha Realm; your profound understanding of Buddhism is impressive."

"The Hero's Gathering is about to begin; please take your seat."