She abruptly raised her head and looked toward that void, enunciating every word:
"That... was not his true body!"
Wind Qilin's pupils contracted sharply. "You mean... the one who fought us just now was merely a dharma body?!"
The words struck like a thunderclap.
A dharma body... Chu Jiang, who had nearly crushed the six Saints and taken the Three-Star combined strike head-on, had only been a dharma body?!
Generally speaking, a dharma body possessed only twenty to thirty percent of the Main Body's strength, fifty percent at most.
Then Chu Jiang's true body...
"Apparently..."
A cold, indifferent voice, as though descending from the Ninth Heaven, rang beside everyone's ears.
"With only a dharma body, trying to suppress you all..."
"Was still too much of a strain."
As the words fell.
In the distant sky, space shattered like a mirror.
A figure stepped out from the broken void.
His black robes were dark as ink, his black hair like a waterfall.
Those eyes shone like blazing suns and ran as deep as starry seas. Wherever his gaze fell, Void Blooms Lotus and laws bowed in submission.
He merely stood there quietly.
It was as though all the light in heaven and earth had been drawn into him alone.
A vast, powerful pressure that stood above all living beings spread forth like a tide.
It was Chu Jiang.
Dead silence.
Above the ruins of Purple Mountain, for a thousand li in every direction, one could hear a needle drop.
Everyone—whether Human Race cultivators or demons and devils, even those old monsters hiding deep within the void to watch the battle—fell into a near-stunned daze.
What... had just happened?
That Chu Jiang, who had fought six Saints alone and weathered the Three-Star combined strike head-on, had been beaten until his saintly body