The vast Southern Sumeru fell into a deathly silence.
The monks trembled with fear, the expressions of the Buddhas were filled with confusion, even the eyelids of the Past Buddha twitched violently.
Not to mention others, Houtu Huangdi Qi stared in astonishment at these few unexpected people beside her, suddenly feeling a chill down her spine.
Regardless of anything else, take the Emperor of the North Pole, whom she personally saw being shattered by Shen Yi's stick—his imperial body wiped from the Heavenly Dao.
Yet the middle-aged man in the purple robe now, his aura abundant, imperial might enveloping the Buddha Cliff, showed no less foundation than before.
"Fake?"
This was the first reaction of the Buddhas.
But soon, they discovered the slight changes in the expressions of these three First Rank Giants, from bewilderment to sentiment, gradually transforming into desperate determination.
The murderous intent burning within them could not be more genuine.
