"Buddha Lord, your words are mistaken."
In the tranquil space,
the aura emanating from Tianshang Buddha Lord seemed to roar like angry waves.
Facing the terrifying aura of Tianshang Buddha Lord, Wang Ba remained composed, his tone not showing a hint of fear, but instead carried more of a sense of oppression:
"You should be asking whether the Buddha Lord wants them to live or not."
'Crack!'
Instantly, the sky above this space was covered with dark clouds, thunder surged, as if the end times had arrived!
Tianshang Buddha Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at Wang Ba.
His face showed no expression, but the rage radiating from his body was almost palpable.
Wang Ba seemingly ignored Tianshang Buddha Lord's anger, continuing to calmly narrate:
"I know the Buddha Lord's power is formidable, far beyond that of ordinary Mahayana Cultivators. In the hands of the Buddha Lord, I fear I couldn't withstand more than three moves."
