All of this had happened far too quickly, far too suddenly.
Who could have imagined that even an offhand thunder-sound from someone like Kubing could be drawn into battle?
He had actually harbored such a wild ambition—and he had truly made it happen!
Many of the monks below the platform had not even reacted before the battle had already unfolded to such a ferocious extent.
"Jiang Green Sheep's ability to seize an opening truly is peerless beneath heaven!" a monk could not help but exclaim.
The Dragon-Subduing Platform was, of course, not opened lightly.
At the very least, the weight of a battle between Jiang Wang and Jinghai alone should not have been enough.
This giant Buddha in the Dragon-Subduing Courtyard had stood for countless years. The Buddha's palm subduing dragons represented what a glorious past!
Before the Dao Calendar restarted, the Hanging Temple had already stood tall. Tracing back from there to ancient times, among all the Buddha Sects beneath heaven, its name had never changed.
In the Middle Antiquity Era, when the Human Emperor drove the Dragon Emperor into the Cang Sea, the Buddhist Sect was the sect that converted the greatest number of dragons. There had even been a mysterious "Dragon Buddha" who inspired countless members of the Dragon Race and invested them as Dharma-protecting Heavenly Dragons. He had rendered indelible merit in the final war between humans and dragons.
A mere spar between Outer Tower cultivators—even if it was the foremost Outer Tower cultivator of their sect facing the Prodigy who had drawn the most attention in the Eastern Domain these past few years—would not necessarily have attracted so many monks to watch.
The opening of this Dragon-Subduing Platform—
Kubing had Kubing's fury, and Kubing had Kubing's reasons.
But whatever the karma behind it all, in