"You are mistaken, Buddha Lord."
Within the tranquil space.
Heavenly light flowed, and the presence spilling from Buddha Lord Tianshang vaguely resembled waves roaring in fury.
Facing Buddha Lord Tianshang's undisguised, terrifying presence, Wang Ba remained composed. His tone betrayed no fear and instead carried even greater pressure:
"The question should be whether you want them to live, Buddha Lord."
Crack!
In an instant, dark clouds blanketed the sky above this space and thunder surged, as though the end of days had arrived!
Buddha Lord Tianshang narrowed his eyes slightly, staring fixedly at Wang Ba.
His face showed no expression, but the fury within him was almost bursting out of his body.
As though he had not seen Buddha Lord Tianshang's anger, Wang Ba continued with utter calm:
"I know your strength is formidable, Buddha Lord, far beyond that of an ordinary Mahayana Cultivator. Against you, I fear I would not last three moves."
"But to be frank, Buddha Lord, that would also be enough time for the Plague Demon in my sleeve to activate its plague toxin everywhere at once."
His gaze swept over the surrounding monks and the countless living beings outside the temple, whose numbers ran into the hundreds of trillions.
At this moment, these beings had no idea disaster was upon them. They lived peacefully within this space, just as they had countless times before.
They seemed entirely unaware even of the changes in the sky.
Yet strands of blue-black Qi already wreathed every one of them, penetrating ever deeper.
Upon hearing Wang Ba's words, however, Buddha Lord Tianshang fell silent instead.
With his discernment, it was naturally easy to see that everyone within this space remained alive only because the other party was controlling the onset of the plague toxin. Once it erupted, the overwhelming