Sensing the fierce battle intent radiating from the First Generation Ancestor, All Buddhas were visibly startled. They instinctively exchanged glances, their eyes filled with questions.
In the end, their looks confirmed each other's suspicions.
"Remnants still remain."
"They must be slain today."
The Dharma Body Buddha had yet to make a move. Standing at the very back, he looked at the First Generation Ancestor and spoke calmly.
As his voice fell, All Buddhas silently moved to surround him. Their expressions grew noticeably more solemn, clearly still wary of the First Generation Ancestor.
Lu Qing looked at the First Generation Ancestor, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes. He sighed. "How many years has it been? It really is nostalgic."
"Unfortunately..."
"Li Changgeng, was it worth forcing that person out of seclusion ahead of time?"
Lu Qing muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, the First Generation Ancestor was struck by the combined attack of All Buddhas and instantly sent flying, crashing to the ground. He got back up and waved his hand, only to stop shortly afterward.
Because the Great Elder had already become incomparably weak.
If he drew any more blood, the final outcome would be death.
"He needs vital blood to sustain himself!"
"And the vital blood of direct descendants!"
"He's just a cripple. It doesn't matter."
All Buddhas let out a faint sigh of relief and became calm once more. Yet their gazes upon the First Generation Ancestor remained filled with icy killing intent. "In that case, die here. Living in neither death nor life is rather pitiful."
"We'll trouble ourselves to send you on your way."
As the voice fell, the Merit Buddha expressionlessly controlled the Dharma manifestation behind him. A giant hand slowly descended.
The First Generation Ancestor let out an unwilling roar. He looked repeatedly toward the