C3693 The Fist Pressed down on the Buddha's Soul

Lu Yu rode his God of Death Dharma and arrived with an imposing manner.

Within the Golden Light Temple, all the monks were suppressed by this powerful momentum, and they couldn't even raise their heads.

However, among the crowd, only the Golden Light Bodhisattva was still emitting a boundless holy aura. His expression was cold, and he didn't even put the God of the Underworld Dharma in his eyes