At the same time, the Buddha's son was also greatly shocked, his expression changing dramatically.
Time and space were suppressed, and he couldn't move at all.
Elsewhere.
Jiang Yinghua gently tapped the armrest, her gaze calmly shifting towards Yan Ming, the Dean of the Divine Institute.
Yan Ming also suddenly smelled the thick scent of blood, a sea of blood emerging in his pupils.
The thought that had just risen in his mind instantly fell.
It wasn't worth starting a conflict with this Sect Master for the sake of a junior from the lineage of the Joyous Buddha!!
After all, in terms of strength, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect was in no way inferior to him.
He shook his head slightly, deciding not to get involved in the matter.
At the same time.
The saints had already detected Dugu Bo's covert action; the use of space was so divine and ingenious that a Buddha of not lesser strength was suppressed with just a thought, which secretly startled them.
