"Since Your Holiness remains obstinate, then let us fight!" Wu Qianjun swept his hand.
Boundless pressure radiated from his body.
He himself was merely a Saint Meridian Realm expert, yet the formation had forcibly elevated him to the Divine Meridian Realm.
Including him, there were now six Divine Meridian Realm experts in total.
When the auras of all six soared into the heavens,
half the sky seemed almost crushed beneath them as wind and clouds abruptly stirred at the horizon.
A beam of polar light shot out from the mountainside, striking the warship in the sky directly.
With a boom,
a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose, the thunderous sound making everyone feel as though their eardrums were about to burst.
When the polar light vanished and everyone looked up again,
they saw that the Buddha Kingdom's warship had completely split apart, breaking into several pieces as it fell toward the ground.
At this sight, everyone from the Buddha Kingdom turned furious.
Tai Ke Shizun sat at the forefront, cross-legged, his palms pressed together.
An abstruse Sanskrit chant began to flow from his lips.
As the chant descended, the phantom of a great Buddha seemed to emerge behind him.
This great Buddha stood eight meters tall, possessing an enormous outline.
He differed from the Buddha most people imagined.
He was neither bald nor draped in a kasaya.
Instead, he wore a white robe, his long hair streaming in the wind.
He possessed something of a graceful young man's handsome bearing.
Yet for some reason, the moment one looked upon this phantom, which possessed none of a Buddha's majesty,
one's subconscious would always tell them that this was a Buddha.
A Buddha utterly unconcerned with the eyes of the world.
A Buddha who made one cast aside their foolish perceptions—a true Buddha.