Bai Yu's calm words echoed through heaven and earth. Such arrogance, utterly disregarding his opponent's status and cultivation, would ordinarily have seemed like a fool overestimating himself. But the Holy Heaven Cult's unusual behavior had already planted doubts in countless hearts.
Could Bai Yu truly have a way to face a Mahayana Seventh Layer expert without losing?
If not, what gave him the confidence to stake the Liyue Dynasty on a head-on clash with Mojue?
Under the countless gazes of the crowd, Mojue narrowed his eyes, then looked at Bai Yu and said with a smile.
"In that case, let me see what other cards the Holy Heaven Cult has hidden up its sleeve."
At this point, whatever methods Bai Yu possessed, the arrow was already on the bowstring. There was no choice but to fight.
The instant his words fell, the phantom of the Pure Treasure Glazed Tree appeared in Mojue's eyes. Golden magical power surged out like a bursting flood, gathering around him and forming golden arms. He looked like a thousand-armed Buddha, radiating holiness and compassion.
Hum!
The golden Buddhist power kept compressing, and Mojue's monk robes snapped in the wind. As those golden arms grew increasingly solid, a Nine-Story Buddhist Pagoda formed from scriptures slowly materialized above Bai Yu's head.
In just a few breaths, the pressure erupting from the Nine-Story Buddhist Pagoda left many people struggling to breathe.
At this sight, a trace of surprise flashed through the eyes of both Bu Fengqi and Bu Yunyong. This fellow had already reached the middle stage of the Mahayana Seventh Layer, yet the pressure he unleashed rivaled that of an expert at its peak.
Buddhist power like this was anything but ordinary.
"Could he have refined his own bones into a Natal Imperial Weapon?"
Watching Mojue's increasingly