Liudao couldn't have imagined that the spirit of this ancient temple would say such things, not realizing it had already been led astray by Xiao Qiang. At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the sky. That light seemed like a long dragon, directly surrounding Liudao.
"Liudao, I am naturally not your match, but as previously stated, this is a war between you and the ancient temple." Xiao Qiang's meaning was already very clear, that is, he would use the power of the ancient temple to battle Liudao. Regarding this, Liudao was certainly aware. However, having dared to come, he would not be fearful.
"Well, I shall see what tricks you have up your sleeve."
At this moment, Xiao Qiang made his move. His hand directly pressed downward. An endless golden light sensed this, then directly condensed into a Buddha's palm, pressing toward Liudao. Liudao looked at this Buddha's palm approaching, and his expression remained unchanged.
