"Hah!"
The terrifying figure that crashed across the sky was reflected in the pupils of the Fivefold Bodhisattva. His eyes twitched violently, but not out of fear, rather out of anger!
Angry that the other had just become a Bodhisattva, with the Golden Lotus barely stable, and yet was so arrogantly self-important, completely disregarding him, an elder.
Did he really think this was still the area outside the North Flow River?
With a low sound, the Fivefold Bodhisattva beckoned with his index finger, and the eastern banner started flapping, unleashing a great thunderstorm!
The sky above the Eight Extremes Valley transformed in an instant into a majestic canopy of branches, each one forged from thunder.
Lightning fell swiftly like dragons, bearing the might to suppress the world!
Boom—
With just a slight move, the Fivefold Bodhisattva demonstrated why he dared to contend with a True God.
