For the first time, Shakyamuni panicked, but his instincts saved him. A layer of golden light appeared over his body, shielding him.
It instantly repelled that pitch-black hand.
The person behind Shakyamuni suddenly froze.
He clapped his hands. "As expected of the Buddhist Sect's greatest expert, the strongest beneath the Sages."
"You usually look so dull and dazed, yet your combat instincts are this sharp."
Shakyamuni snorted coldly. "You've certainly surprised me too, Mo Yu. You hid yourself well. It seems you were the one who killed Shu Chou?"
"I always felt something was fishy about that incident. I just never imagined you were the hand pulling the strings."
"Is the Human Race in league with you?"
Mo Yu shook his head. "The Human Race is exceedingly cunning. They probably just wanted me to cause you a little trouble! Though now, we really have brought trouble down on you."
"Our warriors are everywhere in the Primordial World now. Under the Demon God's leadership, we will conquer the Primordial World, rule it, and make the entire world tremble beneath our feet."
"When that time comes, I and the Feather Race will be the kings of the Primordial World."
Mo Yu laughed wildly. The Buddhist Sect's entire Sacred Land had already descended into chaos. Once the Buddhist Sect fell, who in the Primordial World could stand against them?
As for the Sages, with the Devil Ancestor holding them in check, they could forget about moving an inch.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun learned of the events unfolding in the Primordial World the moment they happened.
The Heavenly Dao had grown anxious. It wanted to merge with Hongjun and resolve these troubles.
It had realized that the troubles were growing worse and were already slipping beyond its control.
That was precisely why Dao Ancestor Hongjun