"I am called the Tathagata, not Little Golden Crow!"
The Great Sun Tathagata knew a battle against Hong Jun and Zhen Yuanzi was inevitable, and his tone towards the two was no longer friendly, clearly ready to burn bridges.
"Alright, Little Golden Crow!" The corners of Hong Jun's mouth cracked into a strange smile as he said, "I will not call you Little Golden Crow anymore!"
"You..."
A surge of anger rose in the heart of the Great Sun Tathagata, getting stuck in his throat, neither rising nor falling, causing him immense discomfort.
On his left and right, Zhunti and Guiding quickly placed their hands on his shoulders, softly saying:
"Stay calm!"
"Hm?"
The Great Sun Tathagata was taken aback before quickly realizing what was happening. His whole body shimmered with light as streams of pitch-black aura overflowed from his body.
Whoosh!
After a long while.
The Great Sun Tathagata exhaled a turbid breath, saying:
"Amitabha, this monk has been affected by appearances."
