"Our temple does not have the Qiao Ling'er that you are looking for."
Xuanzang shook his head without taking a step back.
"Fine, fine, fine! Then don't blame me!"
A black lotus condensed in front of Wutian, emitting a ghostly light swirled with an irresistible force of destruction, and flew straight towards Xuanzang.
In an instant, Xuanzang knew that he could not withstand the black lotus. Although he had regained his previous cultivation level and reached the pinnacle of Great Luo, and had the faith support from the Southern Continent Jambudvipa, and had pooled the merits of the New Buddhism, he was still a vast gulf apart from a Quasi-Saint like Wutian.
He could only watch helplessly as the black lotus approached him, unable to do anything.
"Daoist Wutian, you've gone too far!"
Just as the black lotus reached Xuanzang, Wang Yang's voice came from the sky, and the black lotus stopped mid-air as if suppressed by a powerful force.
