What a coincidence, I know that scripture too!

That palm strike looked slow, yet seemed to contain the supreme power of an entire Buddhist kingdom!

Before the palm print even fell, the space throughout the courtyard had already begun to solidify inch by inch!

Terrifying pressure surged toward Xiao Yang from all directions, as if it meant to crush him and the ground beneath his feet into dust!

Under this terrifying pressure, enough to make even a Holy Lord blanch, Xiao Yang's white robes snapped in the wind.

Yet he stood perfectly straight, like an unparalleled divine spear poised to pierce the heavens!

There wasn't even the slightest hint of solemnity on Xiao Yang's face.

All he wore was a faint smile, as if touched by a trace of nostalgia.

"Great Sun Tathagata Sutra..."

Xiao Yang looked up at the majestic Ancient Buddha that blotted out the sky, at the enormous golden palm capable of suppressing all things, and murmured to himself.

"How nostalgic."

Back when he was in the lower realm, he had obtained a fragment of this supreme Buddhist divine art.

With this divine art, he had subdued countless demons and defeated countless powerful foes.

But as his cultivation grew and he acquired more techniques, he gradually set this divine art aside.

He hadn't expected to encounter the complete Great Sun Tathagata Sutra again today, here in a foreign land!

And it was being performed by a peerless Buddhist Holy Son himself!

"Now this is interesting."

The corner of Xiao Yang's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

The golden palm was already carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, about to come crashing down.

At last, Xiao Yang moved.

He didn't use pure physical strength to meet it head-on, as he had when fighting Ji Hao Yue.

He knew that Buddhist divine arts—especially one of