"Why is it impossible?"
As Zhao Wuji watched the three stunned Buddhas, his fists never stopped.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Punch after punch.
Each punch fiercer than the last.
More and more cracks spread across the Three World Buddha Body.
"Stop! We'll withdraw! We'll never scheme for the Dragon Clan's fortune again."
Dipankara Ancient Buddha cherished his life most. He was afraid, and he wanted to flee!
"Leave? The lives of countless beings in the mortal world need someone to answer for them. If you leave, who will atone for those lives?"
Zhao Wuji was ruthless and sparing with words, continuing to rain punch after punch upon the Three World Buddhas.
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, the Dragon Clan gritted their teeth in fury. Countless members of their clan had died, all because of Dipankara Ancient Buddha's deranged order!
The wronged souls who had died in the marshes still radiated boundless resentment. They had died, yet the Buddhist Sect thought a mere retreat would settle the matter. Who would repay them for their lost lives?
Dipankara Ancient Buddha felt that resentment soaring into the heavens.
He was filled with indignation as well. Wasn't the Buddhist Sect supposed to flourish? Why had there been so many calamities?
He never considered that he himself had caused all of this.
If they had merely competed with the Dragon Clan for the merit of controlling the waters in the mortal world, if they had helped the Dragon Clan manage the floods, or even had the Dragon Clan assist them, the Dragon Clan would not have reacted so fiercely. The Dragon Clan merely wanted to claim a tiny share of the endless merit of the Human Race to strengthen their fortune.
Yet Dipankara Ancient Buddha had chosen the most deranged method possible—slaughtering the Dragon Clan so that