Chi Ming and Yangtian, the vast Qingtian, Great Mountain soaring into the sky!
Mount Buzhou, piercing through the clouds with unparalleled might, forcefully suppressed the saintly authority of Zhunti. Even further, it directly aimed at Zhunti's face!
Zhunti, recovering from his shock, stared intently at Mount Buzhou in the sky for a long while, then swirled his monk's robe, and the Seven Treasures Miao Tree struck directly towards Mount Buzhou.
"Boom!"
The collision of the two unleashed a powerful force that penetrated the void! Fortunately, the junction between Chi Ming, Yangtian, and the Lower Heaven was scarcely populated. Otherwise, Hao Tian's wedding would have turned into a funeral.
"Saint Zhunti, I, Hao Tian, respect you as a saint and invited you to my wedding with Yaochi! Yet, you stirred the sounds of Buddhist enchantment, intending to lead away all my guests. What exactly is your intention?" Hao Tian's face grim, his eyes nearly spitting fire.
