Chapter 1817


    The statues were already tainted by the blood in the soil, and they lost all sanctity. In fact, they looked


    like demons that came straight out of hell.


    Judging from their looks, Zeke guessed that they must have been buried there for many years.


    The old monk said, “This is what I call Commander of the Bodhisattvas. It''s something I had set up fifty


    years ago. I was going to save this for Pietro, but I guess I had no choice. Take this, you sh*tty brat!


    Arise!”


    The moment the old monk gave hismand, all the statues started shining brightly, and pirs of light


    shot up into the heavens. Eventually, the pirs of light manifested into fifty bodhisattvas. It was as if


    the gods themselves were covering the skies as they looked upon the earth.


    Zeke suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders. This is not going to be easy. After all, it''s a n


    which has spanned five decades in the making by a strong warrior like him.


    “tten him!” the monk roared, and the bodhisattvas in the sky came plunging down on Zeke.


    Shocked, Zeke released his energy to sh against the iing attack. However, once they came


    into contact, Zeke''s energy stopped advancing, and it even bounced back a little.


    The recoil caused Zeke to start spewing blood. At the same time, the pirs of light started weighing


    down on him, burying his legs into the earth.


    Zeke couldn''t pull himself out, but even so, he held on and refused to give in to such an absolute


    power.


    The old monk said, “Surrender, Zeke. Surrender and acquiesce. It''ll be a great loss for mankind if


    someone like you were to perish here.”


    Zeke hissed, “But if Ie out alive, you will be the one to perish.”


    The old monk shook his head. “As stubborn as your master. Continue!”


    The pirs of light kept pushing downward, burying Zeke deeper into the ground. Eventually, it reached


    his chest, and even breathing became a difficult thing to do. Zeke''s face turned as white as a sheet of


    paper, and he was drenched in cold sweats.


    The pirs of light weighed like a mountain on his shoulders. It was a miracle he managed to hold on


    for as long as he did. Any other Ultimate ss warrior would have be mincemeat under the


    pressure.


    The old monk looked at him with great interest. “You''vested far longer than I thought you would.


    Honestly, I really don''t want to kill you, but it''s a pity you''re a rebel at heart, so I can''t let you live.


    However, I can grant you your dying wish. Speak up, child.”


    Zeke spat blood. “You''re the one who should being up with yourst words. Do you really think I''ve


    fought at my full strength?”


    The old monk shrugged. “Whatever you say. If you''re still not using your full power at this point, then


    when will you? When you''re dead?”


    Heughed and went on, “I know you''re out of options now. That was just your final struggle, wasn''t it?


    Now, die!”


    The pirs of light pushed down again, and this time, they buried Zeke fully into the ground. Not a


    single strand of hair of him was seen, and his energy slowly faded into the air, eventually disappearing


    altogether.


    In other words, Zeke had lost all signs of life.


    The old monk snorted coldly, “All I asked for was a part of your shadow, but you refused to give me, so


    I had no choice but to kill you.”


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    He then turned to Stanley and ordered, “Stanley, get over there and pull him out. Search him. Do not let


    the sarira fall into anyone''s hands. It belongs to us.”


    “Understood!” Stanley nodded and went to where Zeke was buried. He put his hand into the ground


    and was about to pull Zeke out, but the moment he touched Zeke''s head, he felt an immense strength


    sucking on his hand, preventing him from pulling out.


    What on earth is this?


    Shocked, Stanley tried to pull his hand back out, but the suction force was too strong. No matter how


    he struggled, Stanley couldn''t break free from it.


    To make things worse, the power that was holding onto Stanley was also sucking out his life force as


    well. Stanley was losing his life at a horrifyingly rapid pace. In just mere seconds, his hair turned white,


    and wrinkles started appearing on his face.


    The pain of getting his life sucked away was more agonizing than any form of torture he knew. He


    could do nothing but to shout, “Master, save me! Save me! This... This hurts! So much!”