Hearing this wave after wave of condemnation, Jingxin sighed inwardly.
The sea race was well-behaved? Well-behaved my ass.
How many years had the Supreme Holy Palace established by the sea race stood upon the continent? How many ages had passed?
All these years, the Supreme Holy Palace supported by the sea race had continuously infiltrated the land, while the major races of the continent had joined forces to contend against them.
And you lot? Each of you amassed treasures on a grand scale, gathered believers far and wide, then kicked them away once you had squeezed every last drop of value from them. What kind of way of doing things was that?
If not for the old abbot still holding things together, those land races, along with the endless sea race, would have torn you to pieces long ago.
You relied on the old abbot's reputation to hoard treasures, and now you were putting on such a righteous display. Who were you performing for?
The Buddha?
"Everyone, this humble monk does not wish to bicker with you further, nor does this humble monk wish to settle accounts with you now. This humble monk only wishes to win a sliver of hope for my master."
"Now, while this humble monk is still in a tolerable mood and can still restrain himself, please disperse. Otherwise, do not blame this humble monk for activating the grand formation and keeping you all here."
Jingxin pressed his palms together and shouted.
In an instant, incomparably majestic Buddhist laws spread into every corner of the great hall, while a heavy pressure continuously reverberated throughout it.
At the sight, a trace of apprehension flashed through the eyes of the surrounding monks.
The Eighteen Arhats Grand Formation was the greatest trump card left behind by Dharma Master Wu