"Tathagata old man, eat a blow from me, Old Sun!"
Seeing the sudden swing of the giant cudgel towards Tathagata, the Buddha, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Bhikkhunis on Spirit Mountain were all stunned.
Daring to strike against Tathagata Buddha, truly like an old man hanging himself, fed up with life.
Tathagata sat immovable on the golden lotus dais, majestic and solemn, yet inside, tidal waves surged.
The moment Sun Wukong struck, he realized the opponent's cultivation strength had soared countless times.
Far from being the monkey he could once suppress with one hand.
He even felt a tremendous danger.
"What chance did this monkey encounter to become this powerful?"
Tathagata clasped his hands together; a golden Buddha form rose behind him, like a golden Buddha's Palm, blocking the Golden Cudgel.
Crack! Crack!
The golden Buddha's Palm cracked with porcelain lines but managed to block Sun Wukong's strike.
"How is this possible?"
