"And this..."
"Is the achievement of my Dragon Clan!"
"The struggle between the Western Buddhas and the Celestial Gods, how could we possibly dominate it? To be able to cling to one side and survive is already quite good!"
"Now that the Fate of the Heavenly Dao is about to restart, in the future you..."
The Dragon Lord held back his anger, speaking rapidly.
At first, he spoke extremely quickly, as if without thinking.
Until the end.
The tone and voice of the Dragon Lord weakened, clearly realizing there was no need to explain so much to Cheng Guang.
With the Buddha dead, that was it.
The only option now was to look for other methods to secure a divine position for himself and the Dragon Clan.
Speaking of which.
For the Dragon Lord, the death of that Buddha wasn't a complete disaster.
Its prior entry into the Ten Thousand Mile Dragon Cave was because the other four dragons were nearly unable to suppress that Buddha any longer.
