To begin, half-headed like a monstrous grotesque, the Buddha Son Pujushe fled in a panic, not daring to linger even an instant within the Chaos.
"Monster, another monster!"
"I am the Western Heaven Buddha Son; how is it that these monsters can all ride above me..."
He muttered to himself, somewhat absent-minded, his Buddha heart already shaken.
Yet, he felt simply unreconciled!
It was one thing to be suppressed by the descendants of Holy Buddhas, the Sacred Hall Clan monster, and the River Mother Clan's Red Lotus—after all, those two possessed unfathomable backgrounds.
But that Li Qingyun was merely a paltry collateral Abyss Clan disciple; what qualifications did he have to stand above him, Pujushe!
Within the Buddha Son's mind, blurred Dao shadows in green seemed to flicker one after another, all looking at him with mockery, clinging like bone-gnawing maggots that refused to be shaken off.
The three of them had joined forces to go forth, yet had suffered a disastrous rout and fled.
The blow was truly too great!
Suddenly, Pujushe, fleeing headlong, felt himself crash straight into a "vacant" place.
Before his eyes, a red-clothed woman stood amidst lotus fire, looking thoughtfully at the Buddha Son who had delivered himself to her doorstep.
In the lotus fire beneath her feet lay the corpse of a Western Heaven Clan member, rapidly turning into black ash.
"Pujushe, let me guess: who shattered the face you care about most?"
Looking at Pujushe's wretched state, the red-clothed woman softly asked, "It certainly wasn't the freak Jia Zhou, or you wouldn't still have half a head left. Then, the one capable of scaring you into such a state can only be that Li Qingyun of the Abyss Clan. Am I right?"
Seeing that he had bumped so coincidentally into Red Lotus, one