“I request the Ancestral Pagoda!” When Futu Xuan’s cold voice resonated, the spectators could still maintain their composure, but the clansmen of the Ancient Buddha Clan couldn’t help changing their expressions.

“Shit, the Grand Elder is calling the Ancestral Pagoda!” Qing Xuan anxiously cried out.

Qing Tian’s expression was also unsightly. The Ancestral Pagoda was one of the strongest trump cards of the Ancient Buddha Clan, and it was precisely because of the Ancestral Pagoda that the Ancient Buddha Clan could sit firmly as one of the Five Ancient Clans and not be targeted by others.

With the Ancestral Pagoda, even a Saint Heavenly Sovereign would be fearful of it. Back then, when Qing Yanjing fought with the Grand Elder, the Grand Elder had called out the Ancestral Pagoda to suppress Qing Yanjing.

Right now, the Grand Elder clearly knew that he could only rely on the Ancestral Pagoda to suppress Qing Yanjing right now.

“Heh,...