Zhao Wuji and Sun Wukong, standing at the foot of Spirit Mountain, had no idea that they were about to face Patriarch Bodhi, one of Zhunti Saint's Three Corpses.
They stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up. There were still countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas above, yet no one dared come down. Dipankara Ancient Buddha, the Past Buddha, had died right at the foot of Spirit Mountain. Who would dare go out now?
"Senior, there are countless members of the Demon Tribe on Spirit Mountain. Should we let them go?"
Sun Wukong rubbed his hands vigorously and spoke with a hint of nervousness.
Zhao Wuji nodded. "All members of the Demon Tribe on Spirit Mountain, do you wish to leave the Buddhist Sect? If you do, you may leave on your own. Whoever dares stop you, I will kill them."
His voice boomed across the land.
Everyone was startled. This fellow had far too much nerve. He had just killed Dipankara Buddha at the foot of Spirit Mountain, and now he actually dared urge the Demon Tribe members converted by the Buddhist Sect to leave Spirit Mountain. What was he trying to do?
Had he forgotten the blood feud between humans and demons?
On Spirit Mountain, White Elephant was brimming with excitement. "Green Lion, are we going out?"
What had they witnessed?
The utterly overbearing Dipankara Ancient Buddha of the Buddhist Sect had died!
All Three Corpses destroyed!
Soul scattered and spirit dispersed!
And now, someone was pressuring all of Spirit Mountain from its very foot.
The Buddhas filling the sky above Spirit Mountain did not dare utter a word.
One man suppressed the countless Buddhas of all Spirit Mountain!
"We're going. We definitely have to go. But only one of us can leave for now, since we don't