Hao Tian glared angrily, but was helpless.
At this moment.
He couldn't make a move.
A three-way stalemate.
Moreover, the strength of the three might be evenly matched.
No one dared to act rashly.
"Amitabha."
"Daoist Nether River, long time no see, your elegance remains unchanged."
Another Buddha's chant, equally enveloped in Buddha light, Dipankara crossed the void and arrived, the Buddha light emanating from him was no weaker than Duobao's, perhaps even stronger.
As the past Buddha of the Buddhist Sect, and formerly the Vice Sect Hierarch of the Chan Sect, Dipankara was certainly no simple figure.
"Dipankara."
"Now the Buddhist Sect is no longer led by you, are you still planning to contend with Duobao for the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
Nether River turned his head, speaking to Dipankara with a hint of sarcasm.
This sentence naturally had a double meaning, carrying an intention to sow discord.
