Could you care less about Wan Foli?
Wan Foli bows his head to Zhao Tian.
Simply because Zhao Tian is strong enough.
He can accept Zhao Tian's humiliation, but cannot accept Mo Lin's humiliation.
"Do you really think that with Zhao Tian protecting you, I'd be afraid?"
Wan Foli shouted, the halo behind his head gradually enlarged.
Golden light enveloped the sky, dazzlingly bright, stinging people's eyes.
The golden light in the sky condensed into a Buddha's shadow.
Buddha light appeared on Wan Foli's body, with Buddhist scriptures manifesting behind him.
The dense Buddhist scriptures appeared in ink-black.
The golden Buddha's shadow in the sky bore an angry expression.
It swung Buddha's Palm down hard on Mo Lin.
"Stop watching the show and join in," Mo Lin shouted loudly to the pure-looking woman beside him.
Yun Xue'xue slowly stepped forward, blocking Mo Lin.
Her palm slowly lifted, and the moment it touched the Buddha's Palm, something terrifying happened.
