The aftershock of that ordinary punch was actually so powerful. It was simply terrifying.
Shakyamuni spat blood.
This once again shocked everyone. All of them stared at the scene before them in disbelief, the horror in their hearts beyond words.
Haotian looked at Shakyamuni with a cold smile. "Shakyamuni, is that all? You dare stab Me in the back with only this much strength?"
"You have truly disappointed Me!"
Shakyamuni said nothing. He admitted that he had been careless and failed to dodge. At the same time, he had never expected Haotian to be this powerful. It was simply terrifying.
Before this,
he had only known that Haotian was formidable, that he was the ruler of the Three Realms. But just how strong was Haotian? He had never known. Now that he had fallen out with Haotian, he finally experienced Haotian's might.
He truly was powerful.
The ruler of the Three Realms.
Haotian truly deserved his title as the Jade Emperor.
"Amitabha."
Shakyamuni pressed his palms together. Golden light around him blazed with ultimate brilliance, and a massive golden body emerged behind him.
Six Zhang Golden Body.
Shakyamuni was about to counterattack.
A golden palm descended upon Haotian. Watching the golden palm suppress him, Haotian curled his lips into a cold smile. "A petty trick, and you dare show off before Me? You are courting death."
Haotian raised his head and lifted a hand, striking out with a palm of his own.
Rumble! Rumble!
Rumble! The two palms collided, and terrifying shockwaves immediately spread from the point of impact. The terrifying aftermath reduced the entire Great Hero Hall to nothingness.
The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats either fled or died beneath the shockwaves of Shakyamuni and Haotian's clash.
The shockwaves had yet to subside and continued spreading. The Great Hero Hall