"Benefactor Su Bai was actually this formidable!"
On the viewing platform, the three Buddhist Kingdom Buddha Sons stood side by side. Wuxin's face bore the most obvious shock, along with a trace of relieved fear.
He unconsciously touched his own neck, as though that enormous Five-Colored sword had just swept past his scalp.
At today's "Fox Talk Gathering," the three highly acclaimed Buddha Sons of the Buddhist Kingdom had all come at San Chan's invitation.
They had thought it would be an ordinary gathering of geniuses, never expecting to witness such a soul-stirring battle that overturned everything they knew.
Fortunately, back then in Cloud City, this monk never truly made an enemy of him and lowered his head in time...
Wuxin silently thought, and when he looked at the figure in the arena standing with his sword in hand, whose aura had already returned to calm, there was not a shred of contempt left in his eyes. In its place was deep wariness.
To bend when necessary and stretch when possible was the way to survive. This had always been one of the philosophies by which Buddha Sons like him conducted themselves.
"Haha! Good! A fine kill! That was satisfying!" And
Unlike the Buddha Sons' complicated feelings, Gold Horn threw back his head and laughed without restraint, his voice shaking the entire venue.
He vigorously slapped the shoulder of a familiar Demon Cultivator beside him, making the other man grimace in pain, his own face brimming with exhilaration and pride.
"Su Bai, my worthy nephew! This old man knew long ago that you were no creature fit to remain in a pond! This Five-Colored Sword Formation of yours may still seem immature compared to your master daoist friend Lu Jiu's sword formation, vast and ever-changing as the workings of heaven,