Such a tremor startled the cultivators within a thousand-mile radius, leaving them all frozen in place.
What kind of existence could clash so violently to cause such a disturbance?
Meanwhile, on the other side, Monk Wunian, who was relentlessly searching for the Buddha's heir, suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the direction of the tremor with delight.
"Lord Buddha's heir, I have finally found you!"
"With this, the Buddhist sect has hope to restore its place in the heavens and reshape the world!"
In the next instant, Monk Wunian's figure vanished like lightning, leaving behind only traces of divine Buddhist shadows.
At this moment, in front of the gluttonous monk, Mu Bai was kneeling on the ground, his face filled with shock!
Once again, he was suppressed by the gluttonous monk. All of his abilities were completely useless. Before that golden Buddhist palm, he was like an ant, utterly incapable of resisting.
But the strange thing was — not once, but twice!
