"Li Qingyun, you merely relied on the advantage of the sword formation to run rampant for a moment. But you cannot protect the Three Pure Ones Great Cosmos behind you!"
Akshobhya Buddha's gaze dimmed. After tossing out two hollow threats, he swiftly retreated.
Whoosh!
At the same time, the Propitiation Vajra in his hand transformed into a streak of golden light and instantly shot into the void.
That faint golden light seemed to convey something else—a degree of satisfaction, yet also an extreme dissatisfaction.
Such a supreme Saint artifact had descended from beyond the void, yet in the end it had failed to achieve its desired result, its halberd broken before a mere little Quasi-Saint.
Did Saints not care about their dignity!
And that trace of satisfaction might have been because it had enjoyed a fairly decent meal...
Watching the Buddha withdraw, a faint sneer surfaced on Li Qingyun's impassive face.
He replied, "Akshobhya Buddha, do not merely flaunt your glib tongue. You only dared bully this poor Daoist because I had just entered the Ruined Void, using the Great Western Heaven behind you to pressure me!"
"A hundred years from now, this poor Daoist will personally come calling!"
By the end, his murderous intent was laid bare without concealment.
To receive without returning was contrary to courtesy.
Everything this poor Daoist suffered today would be repaid a hundredfold in the coming year.
It was you—Akshobhya Buddha, the Western Heaven Saints, and the rest—who forced this poor Daoist to carry out the "Three Pure Ones Returning to One Qi" ahead of time, ruining my greatest plan.
Even ten thousand deaths would not redeem your sins!
"We shall wait!"
Before vanishing, Akshobhya Buddha gave the vast, boundless Immortal Slaying Sword Formation a deep look, a guilty fear flickering in his eyes.