"You've come."
Only when he saw Wuxin walking toward him step by step did Ming Ye slowly open his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Ever since he had left Yin Mountain, he had received word that Wuxin, the Buddha Son of Buddha Mountain, had also come for Divine Sword City.
And at that moment, he too had come for the Buddha Son of Buddha Mountain.
The feud between Buddha Mountain and Yin Mountain, stretching back thousands upon thousands of years, would officially draw back its curtain with the meeting of these two juniors.
Tianhe Prefecture and the other prefectures of the Eastern Continent had been quiet for a long time.
And after a long silence came an incomparably fierce backlash.
The major powers had long noticed this.
Thus, the grand event at Divine Sword City was merely a beginning.
"Benefactor, this humble monk has come."
"I had long heard that Old Man of Yin Mountain had taken in an extraordinarily gifted disciple. Now that I see you, the rumors were indeed true."
At this, Wuxin merely smiled faintly.
"Since you're here, let us begin. Let me see just what the Buddha Son, praised by Buddha Mountain as the number one genius of the past thousand years, is capable of."
Ming Ye slowly rose to his feet. Black qi swirled around him, while behind Wuxin, a great golden Buddha slowly emerged.
The golden Buddha's radiance bloomed across the entire square. Wherever the light shone, waves of Buddhist chants manifested.
To the many young people present, however, these Buddhist chants had no effect whatsoever.
"Come forth, Ghost Venerables."
With a cold snort from Ming Ye, an enormous black skull appeared behind him. Waves of sinister, terrifying aura spread from it, making people shudder despite themselves.
Though they appeared calm