Striking When They Were Down at This Moment

Within this Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in Western Heaven, he naturally possessed the advantage of terrain. With the support of endless faith and aspiration power and the formations, he might not be unable to contend with these nine ancient True Dragons, perhaps even gain the upper hand.

But if they truly threw all caution aside and attacked at the cost of their origins, Spirit Mountain would inevitably suffer unimaginable devastation, and Thirty Thousand Buddhas could indeed suffer grievous casualties. That was a price Western Heaven could not bear.

He was wary within, but his expression remained composed. Pressing his palms together, his voice stayed gentle, though it now carried a measure of solemnity.

"Purple Gold Dao Brother, fellow Dragon Clan Daoists, please calm yourselves. Since this humble monk has stated that I invited you here to clarify the Karmic Bond and settle this matter, I will never shield anyone."

His gaze shifted to White Lotus Boy, who was trembling on the ground and nearly curled into a ball, and his tone turned cold.

"White Lotus Boy has committed a grave error, and his sins are profound. Western Heaven will never shield him for his personal crimes. As for how he should be dealt with, that shall be left to..."

Amitabha had clearly intended to say something like, "It shall be left to the Dragon Clan Daoists to decide." He wanted to first offer up White Lotus Boy, the "main culprit," to quell part of the Dragon Clan's fury, then slowly negotiate the other terms.

It was the classic move of sacrificing a pawn to save the king, and it seemed like the most reasonable response at present.

Yet before he could fully utter the words "do with him as you please," Purple Gold Dragon Emperor, whose rage and grief