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After shattering the Carefree Buddha with a punch, Sun Wukong, covered with blood and boundless killing intent, slowly raised his head to look towards the rest of the Buddhism faithful. That glance contained the most intense tyranny and cold murderous intent between heaven and earth. Just one look made the Buddhists feel as if they had plunged into an endless, icy world. Moreover, while some were overwhelmed by the tyrannical aura and thought of fleeing, their bodies suddenly froze in place, daring not to move an inch. They were forced nearly to kneel by the overbearing presence.
Those who turned to run felt a surge of intense murderous intent enshroud them the moment the thought arose. It was as if numerous razor-sharp daggers were pressed against their throats, promising immediate decapitation with the slightest twitch. Thus, not a single one dared to move.
