West Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Run's secluded cultivation chamber.
At that moment, Maitreya's face was livid, his whole body trembling with rage. He had nearly burst into tears.
He felt he was being singled out.
The Buddhist School had it too hard.
This undertaking to bring the Buddhist Teachings Eastward was supposed to be an opportunity for their Buddhist School, so why did it seem as though they were being targeted?
Things had even reached the point where a mere Little White Dragon dared to humiliate him!
If word of today's incident spread, and people learned that the mighty Buddha of the Western Paradise could not even subdue a Little White Dragon, the Western Buddhist Sect would instantly become the laughingstock of the Three Realms.
That absolutely could not happen.
But after his earlier attempt, Maitreya understood perfectly well that with his cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm alone, he really could not break the Magic Array before him. At least five Quasi-Saints would have to join forces to stand a chance.
Yet if Maitreya really invited others to help, even if they agreed, Western Buddhism would lose every last shred of face.
After all, if the Buddha of the Western Paradise had to beg for help over a mere Little White Dragon, would that not make him utterly useless?
"Bastards! A whole bunch of bastards!"
"Ao Run, you really are something! You forced this Buddha's hand!"
"I hope you don't regret it!"
By now, Maitreya was so furious that he was openly cursing, without the slightest regard for the West Sea Dragon Clan around him.
Seeing Maitreya truly lose his temper, the West Sea Dragon King and the others could not help shuddering in fright.
That was perfectly normal.
After all, the Dragonfolk were in a miserable