"Yes!"
A Buddha's shadow rose through the void.
The three-headed, six-armed Great Ming King sat cross-legged in the void. Without hesitation, he split off a phantom of saintly intent, wrapping it around the turbid mud.
"I have always gotten along rather well with the Great Ming King..."
Seeing this, Wu Shi Saint burst into laughter. He too sent out a strand of saintly intent, wrapped it around the turbid mud, and cast it together with the Great Ming King Buddha's saintly intent into the Eye of Turbid Sinking.
There was naturally a reason Western Heaven treated the Sky-Devouring Roc Clan so courteously. The Roc Clan's true bloodline seemed somewhat capable of suppressing the Western Heaven Bloodline, and Peng Mo Saint had once exchanged blows with Great Sun Tathagata Buddha without showing any sign of defeat.
Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, on the other hand, had been "pecked" on the fleshy crown atop his head, slightly damaging his appearance.
"Fellow Daoists, please!"
Seeing that even Peng Wu Shi, that thorn in the side, had descended, Jie Yin stopped being polite. He looked toward the other Void Saints and Saints, making a gesture of invitation.
Seeing that those ahead had gone down without incident, and already coveting the Mud Palace opportunity so intensely their mouths watered three feet long, the Saints naturally went with the flow. After exchanging a few courtesies, they sent their saintly intents down one after another.
Seeing this, the three Saints—Jie Yin, La, and Dingwang—secretly nodded, their expressions turning utterly cold.
"Make your move! Their attention is now focused mainly on the Muddy Field. Greed has clouded their minds; they deserve to meet their calamity!"
Buzz!
Savage intent surged into the three Saints' eyes. The Saintly Essence of the Great Dao around them erupted without the slightest concealment, staining