They were clearly just two sleeves,
yet the Buddha Mother felt those two wide sleeves could cover the entire Heavenly Dome.
"Bitter fate."
With the Buddha Mother having nowhere left to run, the twin sleeves slammed into her shoulders; in an instant a mountain's mass poured forth, pinning her down onto the blue-brick floor of the great hall, leaving her unable to move.
She could no longer move, but the mountainous force within those sleeves was still constantly pressing forward—thousands of catties, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, like layers of overlapping peaks, pouring into the Buddha Mother's body.
Boom.
That Unmatched mountain-force crushed the Buddha Mother's statue until it exploded open.
Bang, bang, bang!
The statue turned into countless shards of stone, a rain of rock falling inside the hall; chunk after chunk of stone blasted the thick heavy hall doors into a riddled mess.
Many of the fragments also came hurtling toward Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng.
