The world compels me to become a demon, even you will bear my seventy-second chapter, chapters of the Buddhist Taoism for decades, attributable to the life of cattle and horses.

"Don't try your best."

In the face of my attack, Huahong just said one word indifferently. The Buddha's eight thousand chops appeared in his hands in an instant. Before I could see what was going on, there was a tremendous shock in his hands. The Buddha's eight thousand...