Wuzhi's words had not yet reached Master Cheng Kong's ears, but his magical treasure already arrived!
This disciple from Leiyin Temple bore a handsome face, with rosy lips and white teeth, resembling a young man from a prominent family, yet his magical treasure was extremely fierce.
Behind him, the Buddha's hand mysteriously held a Vajra Pestle, standing between heaven and earth, as majestic as a mountain.
No, even more formidable than a mountain!
The seated Buddha got up, raised his hand, and swung the pestle!
When the Vajra Pestle hit the ground, there was not a single sound, giving off a light and fluttering sensation.
But everyone knew this was not the case.
Layers of clouds in the sky suddenly had a hole as if it was pierced by the Vajra Pestle.
The earth below seemed to have lost three inches, as if it couldn't bear the weight of this seemingly light strike.
Master Cheng Kong, who directly faced this blow, naturally felt it the deepest.
