Tathagata's formidable aura rapidly declined at this moment, his breath weakening as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This..."
"How is this possible?"
Tathagata clutched his chest, his pupils suddenly contracting as extreme shock filled his eyes. Terror appeared on his face, and he muttered, "How is this possible?"
Tathagata found it impossible to believe. The other party had clearly done nothing but utter the word "break," yet his Tathagata Divine Palm and his Six Zhang Golden Body had shattered.
This was utterly absurd. He, Tathagata, stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms. It was not that there were no beings stronger than him.
The only thing stronger than him was the Dao—the Heavenly Dao.
Tathagata had never imagined that one day, within the Three Realms, he would be defeated so thoroughly. Defeated so quickly, so suddenly.
It was unbelievable.
There were simply no words to describe it.
The other party had not even done anything, merely spoken the word "break," and he had been utterly, completely defeated. This was something he had never dared imagine before.
How could such a powerful existence exist within the Three Realms? Was this strength on par with the Dao? Or had the other party transcended the Dao, standing above it? He did not even dare think too deeply about it.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Truly, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became!
Hun Xiu looked at Tathagata, who seemed to have lost his soul, as though his three souls and seven spirits had vanished, leaving behind only shock and terror. He said calmly, "There is nothing impossible about it."
"You think you are strong, but that is not the case. That is merely what you think."
"To me, there is