A sharp whistle tore through the air as a figure appeared.
"Son, leave this to me. Go help your sister!"
"Okay, Old Man!"
Hua Xiaoyao turned the aircraft around and charged toward Hua Sijun's battlefield.
Hua Qiang stood in midair and said calmly to the Buddha Ancestor, "Fatty, I'm your opponent!"
"F-Fatty?"
The Buddha Ancestor's aura surged and churned, his face turning green as he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Hua Qiang's two words packed too much firepower, nearly sending him off on the spot.
He had never imagined that someone would address him with those two words.
He was the Buddha Ancestor! How could anyone call him a big fatty?
His belly was big, but it could contain all people and all matters under heaven—and within it, the Buddhist Dharma was boundless!
He was not a good-for-nothing, much less a rice bucket!
Hua Qiang had no idea that his casual form of address carried such devastating firepower.
Above the nine heavens, Gale Force howled fiercely. The ink-dark clouds were ripped apart by an invisible force, revealing the scorched earth stretching ten thousand miles below.
The Buddha Ancestor stood in the void, his gilded kasaya snapping in the Chaos currents. A golden gleam flickered from the white curl between his brows. The instant his hands slowly came together, ripples spread through the surrounding space, as though even time had frozen at this moment.
"Ah—"
As the first Buddhist syllable left his lips, it rang low and deep like an ancient bell, sending golden soundwaves rippling outward.
Wherever the soundwaves passed, countless tiny Buddhist script characters appeared in the void, circling his body like fireflies.
His aura abruptly soared. The previously faint Buddhist light suddenly blazed, like a small sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the scorched earth