Tathāgata saw that Patriarch Bodhi was so arrogant, but he wasn't in a hurry to escape because he could still hold on.
"Perhaps you have a connection with the sect leader, but this is a new world. Today, I shall vanquish you!"
Tathāgata said in a deep voice, his form shrinking from a hundred feet tall to just two in an instant. The golden lotus beneath him hovered above his head, spinning on its own and casting a light that enveloped him, making his entire being appear as if it were coated in divinity.
Patriarch Bodhi, holding the Dust Brush, still had a calm and serene expression on his face as he quickly closed the distance between himself and Tathāgata.
The two unparalleled powerhouses were about to clash, and the gaze of all creatures fell upon them.
Even Sun Wukong and the Victorious Fighting Buddha were extremely tense.
One was the man they hated the most, the other their master.
Naturally, they hoped Patriarch Bodhi would win.
