The Great Brahma Palace's Strictest Father

Chang Yun forcefully suppressed the prickling dread in his heart and replied coldly:

"If General Ye were here, it would be four Supremes joining forces to kill you! If you truly wish to meet him, then wait a little longer!"

Rather than becoming angry, the Buddha Lord nodded in considerable agreement.

"That makes sense."

"Unfortunately, although I do indeed wish to encounter him now, I cannot simply wait idly for his arrival."

He turned to the three severely injured Supreme Bodhisattvas and casually waved his hand.

"You have done well. Go treat your injuries."

"Thank you for Buddha Lord's grace!" The three Bodhisattvas felt as though they had been granted a pardon. Overwhelmed with gratitude, they hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Just as they withdrew, Shanwu Bodhisattva caught sight of a dazzling blade light tearing through the sky from the corner of his eye and cried out in alarm:

"Buddha Lord, watch out!"

At some unknown moment, Yang Zhengguo had silently torn through space and abruptly appeared behind the Buddha Lord!

His beard and hair flared wildly as he poured all his strength into the long blade in his hand. A blade radiance stretching ten thousand zhang, condensed from the cultivation of his entire life, came crashing down with unstoppable force, as though it would cleave heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers as one!

Faced with an attack capable of severely wounding an ordinary Supreme, the Buddha Lord did not even turn his head.

He merely raised his right hand seemingly slowly and gave a light backward sweep.

The motion was casual, as though brushing away a fallen leaf from his shoulder.

Crack—!

The instant the ten-thousand-zhang blade light struck that palm glowing faintly gold, it shattered with a thunderous blast into countless motes of light, like glass crashing against Divine Iron!