Chapter 4501

“Second Prince, why would Master Limitless fight so desperately for you?”
Kai asked Xiao Jian, his face full of confusion.

After all, Heavenly Realm beings were often prideful and looked down on Celestial Realm cultivators.

“I don’t know,” Xiao Jian admitted honestly. “I met Master Limitless by chance. He told me I possess wisdom roots and am the reincarnation of Buddha. Since then, he’s been following me around.”

Kai was speechless. The reincarnation of Buddha? Could that even be real? Or was it just some trick to fool people?

“Kid, you don’t get it,” the Red Cloud Demon Monarch chimed in. “Buddhist Ancestors really do rely on reincarnation for cultivation. One reincarnation equals a thousand years of training, and this method doesn’t care which world it happens in.”

“They reincarnate randomly across the vast cosmos, spanning countless worlds. Buddhist disciples dedicate themselves to finding these reincarnated Buddha Ancestors. Once they locate one, they’ll guard it with their lives until the reincarnated body regains its past-life memories…”

As Kai listened, his scalp tingled with unease. This type of Buddhist cultivation sounded exhausting!

No wonder Master Limitless was refusing to flee, even as he teetered on the edge of death. Now, he was burning his essence blood to resist until the bitter end!

The Tenth Highness observed Master Limitless with amusement. Smirking, he suddenly raised his hand and delivered a vicious slap aimed straight at Master Limitless’ head.

Master Limitless remained unmoving, his hands folded in prayer, his expression unwavering like a mountain.

Slap!
The sound echoed sharply as the slap landed. Master Limitless’s body trembled violently, golden Buddha light scattering in all directions.

The Tenth Highness grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “This is too funny…”

Slap!
Another slap followed, landing squarely on Master Limitless’ bald head.

This time, Master Limitless was sent flying. Buddha light rippled from his body, spreading for miles before dissipating. When he landed, his posture remained the same—hands clasped, as if in devout pilgrimage.

“Hahaha! This old bald donkey is hilarious!” The Tenth Highness burst into laughter. In a flash, he reappeared before Master Limitless.

It was clear to everyone that the Tenth Highness was toying with Master Limitless. He could have killed him with a single slap, yet he chose to keep him alive—perhaps because Master Limitless was the only one in the Xiao Dynasty capable of lasting even a moment against him.

Master Limitless wanted to curse him. If he couldn’t fight back, at least he could vent his anger. But he couldn’t—not with the blood burning in his veins, locking him in this cycle of endurance.

Pah! Pah! Pah!
Slap after slap rained down on Master Limitless’ head.

Each strike forced him to take a step back. Each step back sent waves of Buddha light trembling from his body.

After enduring over a dozen slaps, blood began to seep from his head, and the radiant Buddha light around him grew dim.

“You bald donkey,” the Tenth Highness mocked, smirking. “Can’t handle a few slaps? What a disappointment!”

The golden glow surrounding Master Limitless finally faded. Blood trickled freely from the top of his head, and his eyes burned with fury as he glared at the Tenth Highness.

“Little brat,” Master Limitless snarled, his voice trembling with anger. “If I hadn’t been trapped for thousands of years, losing most of my strength, I’d peel off your skin and whip your tendons!”

The Tenth Highness chuckled, unfazed by the threat.

For Master Limitless, who could no longer fight back, cursing was the only thing that didn’t hurt.