Chapter 113: The Emergence of the Black Hole

Wuhua knew that the moment the Five Finger Mountain descended was also the moment of his demise.

“Amitabha!”

Wuhua closed his eyes, retracted his aura, and the Five Finger Mountain halted abruptly. The demon-subduing staff in his right hand vanished. Bringing his hands together in a gesture of prayer, he murmured a Buddhist chant before opening his eyes: “My Buddha is compassionate!”

The fierce aura on his face dissipated, replaced by the solemn dignity of a venerable monk.

Under Lin Qiu’s cold gaze, a relatively intact kasaya robe rose from the ground and draped itself over Wuhua’s shoulders.

The Buddha in the void transformed into a shower of light, vanishing without a trace.

Wuhua nodded slightly to Lin Qiu, pressed his palms together once more, and turned to leave.

“That cowardly monk, afraid of death and life, bullying the weak but fearing the strong.”

Lin Qiu curled his lips in disdain, his voice low and self-muttering.

But Wuhua, a peak seventh-rank master, could hear every word clearly—even the faintest whispers from a hundred meters away. Hearing Lin Qiu’s unguarded mutter made him pause briefly, then he turned to face him with a tranquil smile.

“I am Wuhua of the Great Buddha Sect. I look forward to one day learning from your esteemed skills.”

“Are you threatening me?” Lin Qiu furrowed his brows, and his aura surged again. Wuhua’s expression shifted, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes.

Lin Qiu chuckled coldly, his voice low: “I love being threatened. How about I send you to meet the Western Heavens’ Tathagata right now?”

Wuhua’s scalp tingled at those words. He sensed the murderous intent erupting from this man.

This time, he dared not argue. Spinning swiftly, he transformed into a streak of golden light, vanishing beneath the sky.

“Heh heh!”

Lin Qiu placed his right hand beneath his eye, gazing at the sky outside with a smirk, clicking his tongue: “That speed of escape is truly remarkable!”

But no sooner had he spoken than his expression darkened. Slightly turning his head, he looked at Bai Jingjing, who was staggering away, and said in a low voice, “Miss Bai, it seems you’ve forgotten something.”

“Lin Qiu…”

Bai Jingjing’s eyes darted nervously; she avoided meeting his gaze.

“Thanks for your help earlier. I’ll be sure to speak well of you to your club president.”

“I’m not feeling well right now, so I’ll go rest first.”

She tried to brush him off and hurried to leave, but an overwhelming, terrifying aura suddenly descended upon her.

In an instant,

Bai Jingjing’s face drained of color. The oppressive aura triggered her injuries, and blood spilled again from her mouth.

Lin Qiu’s eyes began to burn with a fierce intensity.

Looking at Bai Jingjing, he chuckled darkly: “Miss Bai, if you don’t want to keep your promise, that’s fine.”

“After all, you’re a seventh-rank demon, with immense bloodline power.”

“If I devour you, who knows—my cultivation might skyrocket.”

A black hole materialized above the back of his head as he spoke.

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