"Don't mistake kindness for weakness!"
"I killed you once back then. Now you're nothing but a crippled remnant, yet you still want to throw your weight around?"
As he spoke, a Dharma form suddenly appeared behind the Dharma Body Buddha and rapidly expanded, towering between heaven and earth as Buddhist chants echoed around it.
But the middle-aged man ignored him completely. His eyes remained shut as he merely waved a hand.
First Generation Ancestor's skin burst apart, streams of blood flowing out, but he regained his freedom of movement.
He rushed excitedly before the middle-aged man and knelt without hesitation. "This subordinate greets the General. I have failed your trust and am willing to accept military punishment!"
As he spoke, he turned back and glanced at the Great Elder in midair.
The Great Elder regretted it so deeply his guts were practically turning green. If he had known his ancestor had such a powerful backer, why had he surrendered?
Couldn't he have stood firm to the end?
Acted a little more righteous and unyielding!
If he could have persuaded that middle-aged man to work for him, wouldn't he have been able to swagger across the entire Wasteland?
Of course, he did not reveal any of this. Instead, he looked at the Dharma Body Buddha with even greater reverence and loyalty.
He knew it.
The Dharma Body Buddha was now his last support. If he showed even the slightest abnormality, he would incur the Dharma Body Buddha's displeasure, and then his death would probably come with a very clear rhythm.
Since he could no longer hold onto the thigh, he absolutely could not let go of the calf.
"If Maitreya or Buddha were here, that would be one thing. But you're still lacking."
The middle-aged man spoke indifferently.
As his words