"Do the two masters realize that if you do not retreat now, there is a very good chance you will die by Zhang's hand?"
Zhang Qingyuan's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the two Buddhist Venerables from Wunian Temple before him and spoke leisurely.
"Why throw away your lives for this Jing Dynasty? What would be the point?"
Zhang Qingyuan made no move, yet the aura casually spilling from around his body stirred wave upon wave of furious turbulence in the void. The power of the Dao gathered and roared, crashing forth like a vast sea.
Under this terrifying aura,
Even Ci Du, with more than two thousand years of cultivation since entering the Myriad Transformations Realm, could not help but feel like a small boat caught amid a raging storm!
This power was far too terrifying!
How had this fellow cultivated to such a level?!
It had clearly been no more than a century, yet he had surpassed the accumulations of others over a thousand years!
Were geniuses truly this unreasonable?!
Struck by that mountain-like, terrifying aura of the Dao, the space ahead was swept up by that boundless presence, heaven and earth overturned as though it would drown them completely!
Buddhist Venerable Ci Du was shaken to the core.
Yet at the same time,
A bitterness rose within him and filled his chest.
Unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not wish to contend with an opponent so young, so powerful, and with such limitless future potential!
"Benefactor Zhang, opposing you is not this old monk's wish. But the matter of the Great Jing Dynasty is of great importance, and this old monk has no choice but to act. I hope Benefactor Zhang will forgive me."
Ci Du's once-compassionate face had, At This Moment, turned as bitter as