“Mister!”

Rama looked at Donoghue quietly and said, “Buddha is compassionate and kind to the world. No matter how vicious a person is, as long as he abandons evil and does good deeds, Buddha will forgive and accept him. I’ve defeated you. What else do you want to say?”

Rama was not loud, but he sounded convincing.

Donoghue threw his head upward and laughed at the sky; he was still arrogant and unbridled. “You want me to be submissive? Bloody bald donkey, you’ve just met me. I was the Westrington Emperor, and I have the Ancient Grand Weapon. No one in the world can subdue me; not even Buddha can do that.”

Rama’s face ashen; his eyes widened as his exasperating eyes stared intently at Donoghue.

As a monk, Rama had always adhered to the principle of compassion, but he knew where to draw the line. Donoghue’s scornful remark for the Buddha had angered Rama.

“Amitabha!”

The next second, Rama chanted the Buddha’s name and said coldly, “Well, since you’re so stubborn, then don’t blame me for being harsh.”

Clang!

knife. The knife was one meter long, and

weapon but more of a tool

monk, Rama’s tool was a crafted masterpiece; it

was shocked to see the monk’s knife. “What are

though Donoghue was malicious and deserved to die, the monk’s scary expression and his tool caught their attention. ‘Is he going to

of a nearby hill that was

check what had happened, but

“Argh!”

they heard a loud

It was Donoghue.

seconds later,

Gasp!

trembled and

monk has

Donoghue in one hand and a bloody object in the

body dripped with cold sweat. He crouched like a

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