Lin Xuangan's Octo-Arm Daemon martial spirit still hovered behind him, and as he shouted angrily at the Shitian Buddha, his cultivation did not converge in the slightest, which meant that his voice could almost reach tens of thousands of miles away.
Hou Yuxiao had finally felt the strength of a Martial Dao Saint for the first time in his life.
As the fog in the sky suddenly closed in, the air within thousands of miles froze instantly, not a whiff of wind could be heard, and the entire space seemed to have paused.
After three breaths, the clouds in the sky suddenly parted, releasing a layer of dazzling Buddha light which came with waves of Chan music, as if countless monks were chanting next to one's ear, the sound growing louder, denser, and faster...
"Obstinate fool, if you refuse to hand over the Treasure Map, then I shall take it myself!"
