West Sea Buddha!
A powerful yet mysterious being.
He had made his name after a battle in Boulevard and then retreated from the world until now.
For years, he chose to withdraw from worldly affairs and concentrated on attuning to the Dao.
But—
No one dared to overlook the influence of the West Sea Buddha.
Those who had personally witnessed him eradicate several sects in Boulevard with a single swoop of his white robes still recall that battle with shivers.
Too frightening!
Yet, The North Sea was not afraid,
Or rather, not entirely afraid.
Their goal was to replace the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
If they dared not even confront the West Sea Buddha, how could they talk about ruling the sects of the world?
"Too high-handed!"
Everton Davenport stared at the provocative bold words on the gauntlet and felt a surge of nameless anger inside.
What kind of attitude was this?
A command?
"Lord Everton, what did the West Sea Buddha write in the letter?"
