Daoist Burning Lamp did not panic.
He was an old hand, after all. Though the Golden-Winged Great Peng now looked down from above, seeming mighty.
He, Burning Lamp, had crossed hands even with Zhou Qingqing.
So long as it was not some over-the-limit phenomenon, his mind would not be shaken.
He pressed his palms together, golden light manifesting around him, the aspect of an ancient Buddha solemn and majestic.
Ten thousand Buddhas paid homage to their source.
He had cultivated Buddhist teachings and attained the status of an ancient Buddha, so naturally, his position stood above ten thousand Buddhas.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng could divide yin and yang with golden feathers.
Then he, too, could resist with Buddhist light.
The Buddhist light flowed upstream, parting the golden feathers and striking the Golden-Winged Great Peng. It actually smashed his bones to powder in an instant, and even his flesh caved in somewhat.
Maitreya and Medicine Master watched this scene, understanding dawning in their hearts.
This was the bearing Daoist Burning Lamp ought to have in their minds.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng did indeed have some ability, but this was all there was to it.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng really had improved. Though I had suggested having Golden Roc deal with Daoist Burning Lamp, I had not expected him to truly defeat Burning Lamp.
If he could already reach this point now, then in the future, he absolutely would not be reduced back into a little bird with one beckoning gesture from Tathagata.
Zhou Qingqing saw Golden Roc withstand Daoist Burning Lamp's blow head-on, his aura weakening, and knew there was no danger to his life, so naturally, there was nothing to worry about.
For the Golden-Winged Great Peng to grow to this degree was already very unexpected to Zhou Qingqing.
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