"Pushovers?"
The moment Lü Yang spoke, the Venerable Victory Treasure Pestle Bodhisattva's expression turned icy. "Still resisting when death is at your door? Do you think this is like three months ago?"
In truth, the Pure Land could have won the great battle three months ago.
If World Purger Fei Xue hadn't interfered, Bao Lian Hidden Buddha would have lost a bit of face at worst. He might have died once or twice, but killing Lü Yang would have been only a matter of time.
And now, they had painstakingly colluded with the Celestial Mansion to assemble a formidable lineup: one at the Middle Stage of Golden Core, two at the Early Stage of Golden Core, and one practitioner of the Outer Dao. Although Bao Lian Hidden Buddha wasn't present, he was keeping a close watch on the Overseas, ready to intercept any rescue attempt from the Old Dragon Monarch.
An inescapable trap! Certain death!
