"I understand, Bodhidharma."
Ying Zheng's response was flawless. What nonsense was he babbling about? If I say you're Bodhidharma, then you're Bodhidharma. Shakyamuni Tathagata, the former incarnation of some Bodhisattva—none of that has anything to do with me.
Now that was an emperor.
"..."
The thoughts manifested by the Heavenly Venerates within the Three Pure Ones Hall rose and fell together.
Their disciple's inner voice was a little too excited.
Those who knew better would think Shakyamuni Tathagata and Ying Zheng were about to engage in a magical duel.
Those who did not, upon hearing their disciple's thoughts, might think some two-male-lead idol drama was being performed.
If the fight had not yet begun,
they might even have thought Qingqing would say something like, "Great Qin is badass!" or "Brother Zheng, I want your photocard!"
As for Ying Zheng's current behavior,
it was exactly what they had expected.
Shakyamuni Tathagata looked down on the Human Race, so naturally the emperor of the Human Race would not treat him pleasantly. Starting from this verbal clash, it was already destined to become a serious magical duel.
And that was indeed the case.
The two had met.
When words did not align, half a sentence was too much.
Shakyamuni Tathagata and Ying Zheng truly had nothing to discuss.
Nor did they have any conflicting ideals to clash over.
Naturally, only battle remained.
They're fighting, they're fighting.
Epang Palace and the Great Wall versus the Heavenly Wheel Saint King—let's begin.
Zhou Qingqing shouted inwardly.
Though it was a battle between two low-level cultivators, the reputations of both sides still made it worth watching in her eyes.
Even though Zhou Qingqing herself was already a Dao Venerable, she still loved watching a spectacle.
Go, Brother Zheng. We'll be watching you from afar.
*I believe you're