"I command you all—"
"Kneel!"
Five fingers, like mighty peaks, slowly closed, and within His grasp, the withered Past Buddha seemed to be effortlessly crushed and extinguished.
Yet the monk leisurely raised his head, eyes filled with amusement.
"The Sect Hierarch is correct."
"Rules ought to be lifeless, to return to paper and the Immortal Court, allowing you to walk the world only sullies the dignity of the Heavenly Dao."
"Arrogant fool."
The Past Buddha's slight derisive chuckle completely rent apart the final semblance of civility between the Immortal Buddhas and True Gods.
As the sound descended, the True Buddhas on the five golden Lotus Platforms revealed cold smiles simultaneously, their crimson Kasayas fluttered high, enveloping Southern Sumeru, as the golden petals converged into great arms, fiercely penetrating the giant's underarms and knee bends, tightly gripping His limbs, and directly pulling Him into a backward plunge.
"Roar!"
