The mysterious fog was torn apart.
A robust figure spun as it shot out at high speed.
Imposing like a precious mountain, his entire body was gold-plated, each taut muscle and bone roaring like a furious dragon, enveloping everything in the terrifying pressure of a Martial Saint.
Wu Gang crashed to the ground, his body scorching like a branding iron, instantly melting a large pit in the accumulated snow on the ground.
"Buddha says... it's fake, damn it, it's all fake."
Wu Gang wobbled as he climbed out of the deep pit, his face full of bewilderment.
On the Buddha's carriage.
Yellow Tuo's expression changed slightly as he looked calm yet slightly startled.
"Wu Gang?!"
"Wu Gang—!"
His tongue sparked like spring thunder as the Brahman sound exploded beside Wu Gang's ears, finally waking him up.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Wu Gang wept, looking at Yellow Tuo, placing his palms together in prayer, kneeling on the ground with his tattered monk's robe.
