"Amitabha, Celestial Master, your strength is formidable. Having received the Maoshan inheritance, the Golden Bell is dispensable to you. Why not give it to someone who truly needs it?"
Wuse recited the Buddhist chant with a smile.
He looked like he had victory in hand.
Everyone was secretly shocked. Taking a few of Wang Hao's massive moves head-on, yet acting as if nothing had happened.
Wuse's strength far surpassed that of Yan Feng.
No wonder Yan Feng was so bold; he had such a powerful figure protecting him.
"Buddhist Sect? Interesting."
In the sky, Di Wushuang's eyes flashed with a serious look.
With the blessing of Buddha's Relics, Wuse was nearly invincible now.
Having his assistance would certainly make Yan Feng a formidable future enemy.
"Do you really think there's no one left in Blue Sky Villa District?"
At this moment, Bai Muran and Wang Hao's group of little brothers moved forward, coming to stand in front of Wang Hao.
