After receiving Fuxi's reply, Shakyamuni burst into curses. "You've gone too far! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"
"The Human Race is despicable! They don't take me seriously at all. They actually dare look down on me! If this can be tolerated, what cannot?"
"Have the warriors of every race intensify their cultivation and training."
"Send people to the various races and recruit more elites for me. The more, the better. Their cultivation must be above the golden immortal level at the very least."
"Also, transfer a hundred thousand great Luo golden immortals from the Buddhist Sect's sacred land to train here. A thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye. This time, I will leave the Human Race dead without a place to bury them. Otherwise, how can I quell the hatred in my heart?"
He had originally still harbored some suspicions about Mo Yu.
But after receiving the Human Race's declaration of war, those doubts vanished completely.
After all, the Human Race had admitted to the deed and even insulted him.
They had said that a bald donkey should stick to vegetarian meals and chanting scriptures. Why did he insist on meddling in the Primordial World's struggles?
Shakyamuni still felt somewhat wronged. After all, he had never wanted to become this Alliance Leader.
Had it not been to carry out the Buddhist Sect's grand plan, why would someone at the peak quasi-saint stage like him come here to contend with the ants of the Human Race?
He should have been devoting himself entirely to cultivation, preparing to advance to become a Sage.
Or he should have been searching for the legendary Beyond Lands, seeking an opportunity to attain primordial unity great Luo.
He should not have been keeping company with these ants, needlessly dragging his reputation