The Second Calamity of the Thousand-Desire Demon Buddha: Everyone Reveals Their Final Cards

The Demon Buddha's Buddha eyes narrowed slightly.

Wang Hao seized this momentary opening, his figure shooting forward explosively.

The eighth level of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Tower opened again.

Another Thunder Phoenix charged out.

This was the third one.

The dark blue Thunder Phoenix crashed toward the Demon Buddha's forehead.

Chu Tianque's blood robes fluttered as he followed closely behind.

Wang Hao brought his palms together, the sixth palm of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm beginning to condense.

He was going to forcefully kill the anchor point, Wu Xuanming.

As long as Wu Xuanming died, the Desire Sea Maitreya would be heavily injured even if it didn't perish.

However, just at the moment the Thunder Phoenix was about to blast the forehead.

The Demon Buddha suddenly lowered its head and smiled.

That smile was no longer compassionate.

Rather, it was eerie.

The phantom of Wu Xuanming on its forehead suddenly split open, turning into a bloody maw.

The Thunder Phoenix was swallowed in one gulp!

Boom!

Thunder exploded inside the Demon Buddha's head.

But the Demon Buddha just shook its head.

In the next moment, countless dark blue thunder runes actually appeared on its thousand arms.

The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect's expression changed drastically.

"It swallowed the Thunder Phoenix!"

The Vice Palace Master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace said coldly, "Not just swallowed, it's using the thunder to refine its desire body!"

Wang Hao's eyes darkened slightly.

The Desire Sea Maitreya's second trump card had appeared.

Swallowing attacks.

Borrowing strength.

Turning attacks into a part of its own thousand-armed dharma idol.

Wu Xuanming's sinister laughter echoed through the strange domain.

"Wang Hao!"

"Did you think this seat didn't know you had a thunder tower?"

"Come on!"

"Keep blasting!"

"The stronger your thunder, the stronger the Maitreya!"

Thunder light wrapped around the thousand arms, and the Desire Sea Maitreya's oppressive might surged.

Everyone's hearts sank.

The New Emperor Sword looked at Wang Hao and whispered, "Tyrant, he seems to be using a cheat."

Wang Hao was expressionless.

"Don't worry."

"People who use cheats are usually afraid of being reported."

His Emperor's Qi Observation Art circulated madly.

Deep within the black-red providence, those swallowed thunderbolts hadn't completely merged.

They were like blue fishbones stuck in the Demon Buddha's thousand arms.

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth curled up slightly.

"So that's how it is."

"Just because you can eat it doesn't mean you can digest it."

He turned to look at the crowd.

"Next wave, hit the thunder rune nodes it swallowed."

"I will let it know—"

"Eating indiscriminately leads to a perforated stomach."

The sea of desire boiled.

The Demon Buddha's thousand arms held up the sky.

The crowd formed a formation once more.

The real battle to the death had just begun.

After the Desire Sea Maitreya swallowed the Thunder Phoenix, the entire Blissful Purgatory changed.

Dark blue thunder light began to roam over the pink-black sea of desire.

At first, those thunder lights only wrapped around the Demon Buddha's thousand arms.

Soon, they spread along the lines of desire to the entire sea area.

The sea of desire surged.

Thunder roared lowly.

Desire and thunder should have clashed.

But at this moment, the two actually merged eerily, turning into an even more dangerous power.

Desire Thunder.

Every strike of thunder light wasn't just blasting the physical body.

It would also blow open the desires in the bottom of one's heart.

A peak Astral Qi realm expert had just blocked a strike of desire thunder when the wealth and glory he desired most in his youth appeared before his eyes.

His mind wavered, and his chest was immediately pierced by the thunder light.

Fortunately, an Imperial Sky realm ancestor beside him raised a hand and pulled him back, otherwise he would have been swallowed by the sea of desire in the next breath.

That Imperial Sky realm ancestor had an ugly expression.

"You can't be struck by the thunder."

Wan Yan Gu lay at the back of the battle formation and cursed, "Nonsense, a normal person doesn't want to be struck by thunder anyway!"

The New Emperor Sword flew over his head.

"You don't look like a normal person."

Wan Yan Gu was furious, "Say that again?"

The New Emperor Sword said earnestly, "You look like a thickened version."

Wan Yan Gu: "..."

He decided that if he could go back alive, he must find a blacksmith to make a dog muzzle for this sword.

Wang Hao stood above the sea of desire, his Emperor's Qi Observation Art opened to the limit.

In his eyes, the entire strange domain was no longer just its surface appearance.

Not a sea.

Not a Buddha.

Not thunder.

But an incredibly complex net of Qi mechanisms.

After the Desire Sea Maitreya swallowed the Thunder Phoenix, seven hundred and twenty thunder rune Qi lines embedded into the thousand-armed dharma idol.

Most of them were wrapped in desire and were being digested.

But there were nineteen nodes where the thunder Qi and desire Qi clashed, forming blue-black intersecting fracture points.

That was the location of the perforated stomach.

Wang Hao pointed a finger.

"The ninth arm on the upper left, at the wrist bone."

Chu Tianque moved instantly.

A half-step Martial God's speed reached the extreme.

Blood robes flashed, and the heavy sword slashed horizontally.

Clang!

The sword light slashed at the wrist bone of the Demon Buddha's ninth arm on the upper left.

That place looked no different from anywhere else, but the moment it was hit by the sword light, the dark blue thunder runes suddenly rioted.

Boom!

The entire Buddha arm exploded.

The Desire Sea Maitreya let out a low, angry roar.

It worked!

Wang Hao continued to direct.

"The thirty-seventh arm on the right, three inches below the wine pot in the palm."

"The twelfth arm on the back, inside the elbow joint."

"The front left of the lotus seat, there is a reverse flow of thunder runes, freeze it!"

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

Under the oppressive might of this Martial God-level oddity, even Imperial Sky realm ancestors would inevitably have their minds tremble.

But Wang Hao seemed to be looking at an account book.

Where were the loopholes.

Where to cut.

Where the yield was highest.

Clear as day.

As the Ren family ancestor smashed the wine pot in the Demon Buddha's palm, he couldn't help but think to himself.

If this Wang family kid didn't become emperor, he could bankrupt his boss if he went to be an accountant.

Of course.

He only dared to think such things in his heart.

Because Wang Hao really could hear him.

The thunder rune nodes were shattered one after another.

The Thunder Phoenix swallowed by the Desire Sea Maitreya instead became hidden internal injuries.

More than ten of the thousand arms crumbled, and the thunder light on the sea surface lost control.

Wu Xuanming's angry roar came from inside the Demon Buddha.

"Impossible!"

"Why can you see the reverse meridians of the Maitreya's dharma body?"

Wang Hao said indifferently, "Because you're too ugly, your meridians can't be hidden."

Wu Xuanming: "..."

This reason was of course fake.

But he just couldn't refute it.

Because Wang Hao really did see it.

This was the most terrifying part.

The Desire Sea Maitreya had devoured countless desires over hundreds of years, and the mysteries of the dharma body were something even Wu Xuanming himself could only barely grasp by borrowing the core desire seed.

But Wang Hao was pointing and hitting exactly where he wanted, as if holding an anatomy chart.

Xie Wujiu had said Wang Hao was hard to deal with.

Wu Xuanming hadn't believed it.

He felt that an emperor of the Great Zhou, no matter how insidious, was just borrowing the momentum of his ancestors, strange artifacts, and the national power of the Great Zhou.

But now he finally understood.

The most terrifying thing wasn't how many trump cards Wang Hao had.

It was that he could always find the cracks in other people's trump cards.

This was what was fatal.

The Desire Sea Maitreya suddenly retracted its thousand arms.

The ten-thousand-foot Buddha phantom sat cross-legged on the lotus seat, its belly bulging.

That compassionate Buddha face slowly lowered.

"Second tribulation."

"Resentment and Hatred Meeting."

Boom!

Deep in the sea of desire, countless corpses floated up.

Those corpses weren't illusions.

They were the remnant souls of mortals sacrificed by the Black Water Demon Cave over a thousand years, and the evil cultists who had just died, crushed and reassembled by the sea of desire, turning into pink-black Arhats.

Every Arhat had a face full of pain and resentment.

Some of them wore monk robes, some wore chains, some had half a mortal body and half a meat lotus.

There were thousands of them.

Even more terrifying was that there were four Imperial Sky realm auras mixed in.

They were precisely the Supreme Elders of the Black Water Demon Cult who had been besieged and heavily injured by the ten ancestors earlier.

They should have been on the verge of death.

But at this moment, they were forcefully devoured by the sea of desire, turning into four Black Water Desire Arhats.

Their auras didn't drop but rose instead.

"Kill."

The Desire Sea Maitreya's Buddha voice fell.

Tens of thousands of Desire Arhats stepped across the sea.

That scene was like a hellish temple being opened, and countless evil ghosts wearing Buddha skins charging out.

The thirty Astral Qi realm battle formations instantly came under pressure.

These Desire Arhats feared neither death nor pain; even with their heads shattered, they would reconstruct themselves within the Sea of Desire.

What was more troublesome was the Desire Debt entwined around them.

Whoever killed them would be haunted by this Desire Debt.

The Desire Debt would amplify the obsessions in the killer's heart.

After a Gangqi Realm expert consecutively slew three Desire Arhats, his eyes suddenly turned crimson, and he actually turned around to hack at his companions.

You all deserve to die!

Beside him, Qin Hongye struck the back of his head with her spear, knocking him unconscious.

Her face was pale.

The Desire Debt pollutes the mind!

Wang Hao said coldly, Do not kill the same kind continuously.

Rotate.

Kill three, then retreat.

Those who are polluted, call it out yourselves. If you do not, the person next to you will knock you out.

Wanyan Gu immediately shouted, Does it count if I call it out right now?

Wang Hao glanced at him. You haven't even killed any yet.

Wanyan Gu said, I am giving an early warning.

Wang Hao said, That is called being a coward.

Wanyan Gu retorted angrily, I am tactically valuing my life!

The battle formation quickly adjusted.

The crowd rotated in batches to reduce the stacking of the Desire Debt.

But there were too many Desire Arhats.

The trump card of the Demonic Buddha's second tribulation was not merely a human wave tactic.

It was using resentment and hatred to drag them down.

These Desire Arhats were all collections of resentment formed after being tortured by the Sea of Desire.

Killing them meant bearing their resentment.

Not killing them meant they would tear you to pieces.

This was an unsolvable, vicious dilemma.

The Vice Palace Master of the Ice and Snow Divine Palace grew increasingly pale.

She had consecutively frozen hundreds of Desire Arhats, but with every one she froze, the Desire for Dao Attainment at the bottom of her heart was struck once.

The Grand Elder of the Illusory Sea Immortal Sect was not faring any better.

He used dream mist to trap and kill the Desire Arhats, but as a result, the resentment of those Arhats counterattacked his dreamscape, causing the veins on his forehead to throb violently.

The Ren Family Patriarch was surrounded by two Yukong Realm Desire Arhats, and even his protective purple-gold dragon shadow was gnawed to the point of showing gaps.

Chu Tianque was the fiercest.

He fought two Black Water Desire Arhats alone; his heavy sword swept across, and the bloody light was endless.

But his obsession was also the deepest.

Revenge.

Every time he killed a Desire Arhat, those resentments transformed into the faces of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect disciples, roaring in his ears.

Kill!

Kill them all!

Leave no one alive!

The blood-red hue in Chu Tianque's eyes grew heavier and heavier.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen's heart sank.

Senior Chu!

Chu Tianque did not respond.

His sword grew faster, but also more chaotic.

Wang Hao swept his Emperor's Qi Observation Art over and immediately saw the blood-red pillar of qi above Chu Tianque's head being entwined by pink-black threads of resentment.

If this continued, Chu Tianque would be counter-controlled by the Sea of Desire through his obsession with revenge.

If a Half-step Martial God was polluted, it wouldn't just be a trouble.

It would be a disaster.

Wang Hao's figure flashed, appearing beside Chu Tianque.

Chu Tianque slashed his sword at him.

The sword momentum held nothing back.

Xiao Chen's expression changed drastically.

Your Majesty, watch out!

Yet Wang Hao didn't even blink an eye.

The sixth stance of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm was pushed out horizontally.

The black-gold palm imprint forcefully clashed with the blood-red sword light.

Boom!

Wang Hao took three steps back.

Chu Tianque was also shaken, his figure pausing.

The next moment, Wang Hao raised his hand and slapped Chu Tianque across the face.

Slap!

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

A Half-step Martial God.

The Blood-Clothed Demigod.

Had been slapped by the damn emperor.

The blood-red color in Chu Tianque's eyes churned violently, his voice hoarse.

Are you courting death?

Wang Hao sneered. Are you awake yet?

Chu Tianque stared fixedly at him.

Wang Hao said, If you're not awake, I will slap you again.

Chu Tianque remained silent for two breaths.

The blood-red color in his eyes gradually receded.

I'm awake.

Wang Hao nodded. You should have said so earlier; my hand hurts.

Chu Tianque: ...

The hand holding his sword twitched.

It wasn't due to pollution.

It was the urge to hack someone.

But he ultimately suppressed it.

Because Wang Hao had saved him.

Even though the method of saving him was very punchable.

Wang Hao looked at the crowd and said in a deep voice, The Desire Debt is not unbreakable.

The gathering of resentment and hatred relies on resentment.

Where does resentment come from?

From injustice.

From suffering.

From the victims having no one to hear them.

He cast his Emperor's Qi Observation Art towards the depths of the Sea of Desire.

There, aside from the pink-black threads of resentment, were countless fine grayish-white threads.

Those were the remnant souls of the sacrificed mortals.

They were forcibly refined into Desire Arhats by the Desire Sea Maitreya.

But not all remnant souls were willing to become the Demonic Buddha's minions.

Some qi threads were struggling.

Crying.

Hating.

Hating the evil demons.

Hating the Demonic Buddha.

Hating the Black Water Demon Cave.

Wang Hao's eyes turned cold.

Grand Companion Wei is not here, so no one is reciting the sacrificial text.

Then I will do it myself.

He took a step high into the sky, infusing his Emperor's True Qi into his voice.

For a thousand years, the Black Water Demon Cave has used mortals as sacrifices, infants as medicine, and souls to nourish anomalies.

Today, I, Wang Hao, am here.

The Emperor of the Great Zhou is here.

Borrowing your resentful bones, I shall slay your enemies.

If you still possess a spirit.

Then open your eyes and see.

Who truly deserves to die!

His voice was like an imperial bell, booming into the Sea of Desire.

At this moment, Wang Hao was no longer joking.

No longer shameless.

No longer like that damn emperor who deducted performance scores every day, scammed prodigies, and raided homes in the middle of the night.

He stood above the Sea of Desire, his black armor fluttering, a lightning pagoda floating behind him, like a Black-Gold Sovereign suppressing a chaotic world.

The grayish-white qi threads vibrated.

A Desire Arhat suddenly stopped.

The pain on its face twisted into tears.

It raised its hands and actually choked its own throat in reverse.

Immediately after, a second one.

A third one.

A tenth one.

The mortal remnant souls inside hundreds and thousands of Desire Arhats were awakened, beginning to resist the control of the Sea of Desire.

The Desire Sea Maitreya let out a furious roar.

All living beings belong to me!

Wang Hao said coldly, Belong to your mother.

He raised his hand and pressed down.

The seventh stance of the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm!

Boom!

This palm strike was even more terrifying than the previous six.

The giant black-gold palm descended, not only suppressing the physical body but also suppressing destiny.

Countless threads of resentment in the Sea of Desire were snapped by the palm imprint.

Those resisting mortal remnant souls gained a moment of freedom and swarmed toward the surrounding demonic remnant souls.

Give me back my life!

Animals!

I'll kill you all!

The situation instantly reversed.

A violent rebellion broke out within the Desire Arhat army.