Such oppressive force, such a callous and arrogant voice.
They had already experienced it at the foot of Fanlin Temple.
After Qiu Yidao said those words, he could no longer hold back. His knees bent, and he knelt down.
Yan Wuxin, however, thudded to the ground with a plop, collapsing completely.
The presence of the Dragon King's Envoy was tangible and massive, immensely overwhelming.
Their wills collapsed instantaneously.
"Ma Yihong is here!"
Just then, a deep and compassionate voice sounded at the entrance of the deck's stairs.
Golden Buddha!
Strangely enough, as soon as Golden Buddha's voice was heard,
The mountain-like oppressive force of the Dragon King's Envoy immediately lessened considerably.
On the deck, the Golden Buddha stood proudly like a true Buddha, with his palms together in front of his chest.
Under the faint starlight, his complexion was calm, neither sad nor happy, his cheeks glowing.
The whole person had an indescribable Zen-like aura.
