"Ha ha ha ha!"
The child threw back his head and laughed wildly in midair, shaking all of Withered Pine Ravine with violent tremors.
"What? In despair already?"
The child looked down at the members of the Preaching Squad, his eyes full of mockery and cruelty.
"Don't you call yourselves the Preaching Squad?"
"Now that the Dao is no longer in your hands, let's see how you intend to preach it."
"As for me, I have the Buddhist Dharma in my hands."
The child hovered in midair with his hands clasped behind his back, a cruel curve lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Today, I'll use the Buddhist Dharma to give you a proper 'lesson in the Dharma'!"
With that, he abruptly raised his hand. The manifestation of Acala behind him instantly opened its eyes, unleashing a terrifying wave of pressure.
"Little White Dragon!"
"You were a dragon prince of the West Sea, yet you willingly became a mount, some dragon carriage. Today, I'll show you what true draconic might is!"
"Buddhist divine art: Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar suddenly exploded, shattering the heavens.
Behind the manifestation of Acala, an enormous golden heavenly dragon phantom materialized out of thin air.
That golden dragon was no ordinary creature, but a dragon deity that guarded the Buddhist faith, radiating a suffocating power of suppression.
"Pfft!"
Little White Dragon's face instantly turned deathly pale, and he fell uncontrollably to his knees.
As a member of the Dragon Clan, he was especially sensitive to draconic might. Now, the pressure radiating from this Mighty Heavenly Dragon bore down like Mount Tai crushing him from above, striking directly into the depths of his bloodline.
"Ugh... ah..."
Little White Dragon's bones cracked explosively all over his body, his back forced into the curve of a