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The Buddha Lord's face was calm.

It seemed that what had just happened had not affected him in the slightest.

The two tacitly stopped.

After a moment of silence, the Buddha Lord took the initiative to break the stillness.

"What technique was that?" he asked.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you," Wu Tian said.

The Buddha Lord: ...

Was that what he had asked?

He had merely been curious, because the black dragon Wu Tian had conjured earlier was clearly not something an ordinary martial technique could achieve.

Yet Wu Tian's words made it sound as though he had taken the initiative to admit defeat.

Even the Buddha Lord could no longer maintain his composure. A subtle change appeared in his expression.

"Hahaha! Wu Tian, I never expected you to have such a sense of humor!" Accompanied by wild laughter, the Demon Emperor streaked through the air like a golden beam and arrived not far from Wu Tian.

Wu Tian did not answer, nor did the Buddha Lord speak.

The Demon Emperor curled his lips, then suddenly stomped through the void. With a sonic boom like muffled thunder, he charged at the Buddha Lord. The shadows of his staff nearly merged into one, like a crushing canopy of heaven.

The World Ending Black Lotus in Wu Tian's hand bloomed with incomparably dense black light. Unlike the Demon Emperor, who excelled at close-quarters combat, Wu Tian seemed more skilled at long-range attacks.

Facing Wu Tian and the Demon Emperor's joint assault, a rare trace of gravity appeared on the Buddha Lord's face. Vast Buddhist light blossomed, countless Sanskrit seals emerged around him, and faint Buddhist chants echoed through the void.

The three clashed.

Space seemed to be made of paper. Wherever they passed, stark black spatial rifts were left behind. No,