Battle for Three Thousand Rounds

"Everyone from the Corpse Emperor Hall has withdrawn. Why haven't you?"

Fairy Hei Die spoke, her voice ethereal as it reached the ears of the North Lion King, the Bull Demon King, and the three great demon kings under the Demon Ancestor. Their expressions shifted uncertainly.

Though they did not know what had happened to Peng Zhitian, it was likely related to Qin Jun. Now that the Corpse Emperor Hall had withdrawn, if they did not retreat as well, their lives might be in danger.

But how were they supposed to face the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor?

For a moment, the demon race experts were caught in a dilemma.

Buzz—

Just then, the ringing of a bell suddenly sounded, shaking everyone to the core.

The sky above the divine realm suddenly split apart, and an enormous golden bell as vast as a mountain appeared, its surface wreathed in mysterious Buddhist Sanskrit.

Qin Jun's expression changed drastically as he cursed inwardly, Damn! Don't tell me he's here?

"Amitabha. The Candle Dragon is fated with the Buddhist sect of my Western Region. This humble monk has come to subdue him!"

A compassionate voice echoed between heaven and earth, instantly making Qin Jun's face turn grim. The elders and guardians of the divine hall looked as though they had seen a ghost.

"It's Buddha! He's here!"

"Why is he here?"

"That bald old bastard is far too arrogant!"

"The former hall master, Shen Wuji, couldn't even fight back before him!"

"We're finished..."

The elders and guardians discussed it in terror, as though Buddha was even more frightening than the Corpse Emperor Hall.

Zun Ru Dao frowned. When Shen Wuji had battled Buddha, he had still been traveling outside. He had only heard of Buddha after returning.

Sun Wukong suddenly turned around,