Did Zhang Ziliang Give You a Note?

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Maitreya was planning to bury everyone on Spirit Mountain!

In an instant, Zhao Hai understood Maitreya's intentions, but these were the foundations Spirit Mountain had built up over so many years.

Unless...

Zhang Ziliang had brainwashed that bald donkey without his knowledge?

That shouldn't be possible.

Maitreya and he were completely different kinds of people, and Maitreya's ambitions ran even deeper.

There was no way Maitreya would be willing to remain under the Heaven Group.

But wasn't he afraid of the Buddha's blame for doing this?

There was only one possibility.

Maitreya didn't care—or rather, he was confident enough not to fear the Buddha.

Having grasped this key point, Zhao Hai fell silent. Vaguely, he had begun to guess Maitreya's plan.

He just hadn't expected Maitreya to dare be so insane.

It was completely at odds with the cautious attitude he had shown before. Or perhaps that caution had only been an act for others to see.

For a moment, Zhao Hai thought of many things, constantly recalling every detail of his encounters with Maitreya over the years.

He became somewhat lost in thought.

And Zhao Hai's attitude provoked Baoshi Buddha once again. The descending palm sped up a little, already hanging above Shangjing City.

Seeing the enormous hand so close at hand, the citizens' eyes filled with terror.

It was as though the world were ending.

Only Zhao Hai, standing atop the city wall, remained immersed in thought, seemingly not taking the hand seriously at all.

Rather than worrying about this so-called Baoshi Buddha, he might as well carefully consider Maitreya's schemes.

The ground suddenly churned.

One rotten head after another abruptly emerged.

They radiated surging ghostly energy.

One terrifying aura seemed to be slowly awakening within them, filled with hatred, as though it possessed an innate hostility