The remaining members of the Azure Sun Sword Sect and the Heaven-Defying Demon Palace also stepped forward. Nearly every one of them had reached the Immortal Realm; among the guests attending the banquet, their status and standing were undoubtedly among the very highest.
With these people personally stepping in, the venue, which had been especially noisy just moments ago, swiftly fell into tranquil silence.
At the very least, the faces of the vast crowds of Human Race cultivators from the Dragon Clan and Evil God World looked far better than before.
"Amitabha. Joyful Monk of the Ancient Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas has ultimately come as well. Could it be that he intends to win over the Dragon Clan?
Rather, it was his own Buddhist Son who personally insisted that he come.
Since he had accepted Fahai as his disciple, as the master, he naturally could not disappoint his disciple's expectations.
Thus, making a good connection with the Dragon Clan on this trip was not some heinous and unforgivable act for the Ancient Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas."
Bodhi was never a tree; the bright mirror never a stand. Originally, there was nothing at all—where could dust alight?
Since everyone had come here today to celebrate the wedding ceremony, why insist on doing something so heart-destroying?
Our Buddhist Sect would absolutely not stand idly by here.
In the blink of an eye, Immortal Realm experts from every faction stepped forward. Some among the surrounding crowd had old ties with the Dragon Clan, and their expressions were equally gloomy as they no longer dared make any unnecessary moves.
Timing was undoubtedly still important.
If they failed to grasp the gravity of the situation, then those who died next might not be only them; even the races behind them would certainly suffer