The monk's robe, dense with precious light, shattered instantly, leaving onlookers startled and fearful.
Shen Yi grabbed the big spear, once again stepping forward, gripping the spear shaft tightly with both palms, his pitch-black eyes radiating a chilling coldness. He gritted his teeth and fiercely thrust the spear into the chest of the Bodhisattva, with immense force, forcibly pushing it down from the sky curtain, firmly nailing it to the spot.
Splurt—
The golden liquid in Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva's eyes finally dimmed. He wore an expression of confusion.
He couldn't understand why the Buddha Treasure he personally forged seemed so fragile before this young man.
Despite both being of the Second Rank, even if there was some disparity in their paths, it shouldn't lead to such an absurd scene.
