"Alas, what a pity. If the West had living beings this loyal, why would we need to worry about the West not flourishing?"
Within Little Western Heaven, Mituo and Bodhi were trembling in fear.
When they saw those several quasi-saints follow Dong Wang Gong in self-detonating, they had already prepared to carry Little Western Heaven away and flee.
Once they were caught in the power of a quasi-saint's self-detonation, the Little Western Heaven they had painstakingly built would be reduced to scorched earth again.
However, after seeing Xuanqing confine the self-detonation power of Dong Wang Gong and those several quasi-saints within the World-Ending Millstone,
Mituo and Bodhi finally let out sighs of relief.
But then, the old habits of the two brothers flared up again.
"Senior Brother, don't you think that World-Ending Millstone is fated with our West?"
Bodhi stared with gleaming eyes at the World-Ending Millstone in Xuanqing's hand, which had expanded to the size of dozens of Great Thousand Worlds.
The greed in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
"Junior Brother is right. This treasure is indeed fated with our West, but this matter requires long-term planning."
Mituo was no better than Bodhi. As he looked at the World-Ending Millstone, drool was practically dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Xuanqing knew nothing of the two beggars' coveting.
But even if he had known, he would have merely laughed.
Two mere beggars actually dared to set their sights on him.
He would not even need to use any Lingbao to beat those two beggars senseless with ease.
At this moment, Xuanqing stared at Dong Wang Gong and the self-detonation power of those several quasi-saints sealed within the World-Ending Millstone.
Soon, a supreme will descended.
The power of the Great Dao projected down, drawing Dong Wang Gong