Spirit Mountain's Buddhist Disciples Break Down En Masse

It was the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all cultivators! Throughout all of history, who had ever seen this? Who would have dared imagine that someone could so casually disperse the heavenly tribulation as though brushing away a patch of dark clouds?! And he had done so while simultaneously fighting two Half-step Quasi-Saints and Tathagata's Dharma manifestation!

This had already surpassed the realm of "Immortals." This was simply... a monster! No, something even more terrifying than a monster!

The Demon-Subduing Staff in Venerable Ananda's hand nearly slipped from his grasp. His face was deathly pale, his lips trembling as he subconsciously looked toward the equally stunned Five Directions Attendants beside him and sent a hoarse voice transmission.

"Golden... Golden Head Attendant... are we... are we still going to fight that demon monkey?"

At that moment, his heart was filled with boundless confusion and terror.

The strength Lin Zhu had displayed had utterly crushed his will to fight.

All he could think about now was whether, after Lin Zhu dealt with Guanyin and Immovable Wisdom King, he might conveniently give their side a stab as well. The consequences...

The Five Directions Attendants exchanged looks, their hearts already set on retreat. What Journey to the West Merit? What Buddha Ancestor's decree? After witnessing Lin Zhu scatter the heavenly tribulation with a single thrust, all of it seemed so feeble and powerless! Staying alive was what mattered!

Golden Head Attendant's eyes darted about as he rapidly calculated an excuse and route for making a run for it, but he had no choice but to feign composure. He gave a dry cough and sent Venerable Ananda a voice transmission.

"Venerable... we... we must believe in the light! Believe in miracles! Buddha Ancestor... Buddha Ancestor certainly will not stand idly by!"

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