Rumble————
The Golden Bell Shield of Master Haotian was being flattened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even Master Haotian himself was overwhelmed with surging blood energy, his face flushed as if about to spurt blood.
Master Haotian's heart stirred with torrents of shock, hastily grasping the Zen Stick beside him, and the bowl also flew back into his hand.
With the help of these two Buddha's instruments, Master Haotian finally managed to stabilize his surging blood energy, but his complexion was very unpleasant.
The Golden Bell Shield was trembling rapidly at this moment, clearly unable to hold on for much longer.
Master Haotian had to truly regard this fellow who appeared like an ancient immortal.
"Great Thunder Sound Skill——Thousand Hands Buddha!"
Master Haotian let out a low shout, and the Buddha power within him surged out vehemently.
In an instant, Master Haotian's body radiated with endless golden light.
