"I'm afraid the Bodhisattva cannot withstand it."
Lu Qingfeng moved underfoot, heading straight for Guang Power Bodhisattva.
He raised the green bamboo staff in hand, making a motion to strike.
Guang Power Bodhisattva advanced wielding a sword, intending to fight Lu Qingfeng, still smiling as he said, "Speaking of which, the Marshal has substantial connections with our Buddhist Sect—"
Clearly.
This Guang Power Bodhisattva knew of Lu Qingfeng's origins.
"Connections?"
Seeing the smile on Guang Power Bodhisattva's face, Lu Qingfeng felt displeased. The green bamboo staff had not yet descended when suddenly the Five-Colored Divine Light rose behind him, lightly brushing towards the treasured sword in Guang Power Bodhisattva's hand, taking it away: "Knowing my background, you dare to act so arrogant!"
With a cold snort.
Only then did the green bamboo staff crash down.
"Not good!"
