Boba didn't know if he lacked the unique emotions of humans or if he had truly seen some extraordinary things.
The snow dust from the great avalanche seemed to stir up a thick fog, with heavy snow chunks and frozen ice-like stones continuously crashing into the Buddhist Hall,
yet Boba remained indifferent, even lazily wanting to yawn.
"Master Wu Ya, please cease your Divine Skills."
Ning Yu was not as calm as Boba; his face was already ashen, and he gazed at Zhao Wuya with terror in his eyes.
Like a beggar, Zhao Wuya was scratching his back, completely at ease. After hearing Ning Yu's words, he actually laughed and said, "This little monk, you don't believe I'm Wu Ya Zen, so I can only let these mountains come to pay homage to me and testify on my behalf."
"I believe, I believe, now I believe two hundred percent."
Ning Yu didn't dare to argue further,
