Virūḍhaka Buddha sensed the tragic plight of countless disciples within his Buddha's domain and couldn't help but explode in a rage, "Sun Wu, you bastard—"
"Since it is war, naturally there will be injuries. Why get angry, Virūḍhaka Buddha?" Sun Wu waved his feather fan indifferently, his gaze neither happy nor agitated.
"Fine! What a Sun Wu, what a saint of war. Since that's the case, today this Buddha will let you, junior, understand how foolish it is to enrage an ancient Buddha!" Virūḍhaka Buddha coldly exclaimed, "Buddha Shovel of Great Brightness, come forth—"
Buzz buzz...
A strange sound of something cutting through the air arose, and a giant Buddha shovel sheathed in ten thousand feet of golden light suddenly enlarged and smashed directly towards Sun Wu.