The Buddhist School moved quickly.
Barely two months later, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva arrived at the West Sea Dragon Palace, fixing the West Sea Dragon King with a decidedly hostile gaze.
"What exactly are you lot in the West Sea playing at?"
"Why has a problem cropped up with Ao Run too? You can't even handle him?"
"Are you deliberately obstructing our Buddhist Teachings Eastward?"
Mahasthamaprapta was nothing like Guanyin before him. His temper was terrible, and his ability to scheme certainly fell short of hers.
But he was immensely powerful.
Although he held the rank of a bodhisattva, his cultivation had actually reached the early Quasi-Saint stage.
Thus, much of the time, Mahasthamaprapta's way of solving problems boiled down to a single word.
Charge!
In this respect, his methods and Maitreya's were different tunes played to the same effect.
He could not be bothered to think things through. Moreover, his earlier dealings with Marshal Tianpeng and Sha Seng had provided him with valuable experience. Now, without wasting a single word, he was ready to copy Maitreya's methods outright.
Who cares whether you agree, Ao Run? I'll just control your body and smash the Luminous Pearl bestowed by the Jade Emperor. Wouldn't that settle everything?
Why make things so complicated?
Meanwhile, faced with Mahasthamaprapta's fury, the West Sea Dragon King trembled uncontrollably.
Of course he was afraid.
After all, he was merely a Profound Immortal, while Mahasthamaprapta was a genuine Quasi-Saint.
Before someone who could crush him to death with a little finger at any moment, the West Sea Dragon King would have been lying if he claimed he was not afraid.
"This humble dragon wouldn't dare."
"I don't know what's happened to Ao Run either. His temperament suddenly changed completely, and none of the old methods work on him anymore."
"This...