Old Hui Xian's few words stung the gods and Buddhas filling the sky.
The solemn Golden Buddha, towering like a mountain, still wore a faint smile. Neither pleased nor angered, he slowly raised his right palm...
His gleaming golden fingers spread wide and pressed down toward the emerald Bamboo Spring Mountain...
In an instant, the Bamboo Spring Temple group, including the Long-faced Heavenly King, sensed a crisis of death. The terrifying pressure came from the enormous golden hand above the clouds. As it grew larger and larger, the gods and Buddhas filling the sky finally lost their patience, directly striking to settle Bamboo Spring Temple before continuing toward the Gods and Demons Battlefield beyond the heavens.
The people of Small Town Below the Mountain stared wide-eyed.
Old Wu Second Brother, who had been pressing his forehead to the ground in devout prayer, was smacked on the head by his wife. He angrily raised his head, ready to flare up.
Then Wu Second Brother, who had spent half his life repairing the earth, opened his mouth wide and could not utter a word.
Everyone had only one thought: What kind of powerful evil had drawn so many gods and Buddhas to act? The mountain-sized palm was slowly passing through the clouds. White mist and cloud vapor were squeezed apart like flowing water, rushing through the enormous gaps between its fingers...
Seen from even farther away, it was like a single palm slanting down, as though it meant to suppress something.
Old Hui Xian did not move, his face weathered by the years.
The Snake Demon Boy still stubbornly stood before the old monk, gripping his blade with a vicious expression.
Little Stone's Stone Heart burned fiery red in his chest as he picked up a rock and hurled it into the