Precious Pestle Victorious Bodhisattva was dead!
His Golden Body had shattered in a horrifying sight. The boiling streams of fire lit the surrounding Void Darkness Light Sea in brilliant splendor, only to be extinguished completely with a turn of Lu Yang's palm.
A dignified Golden Core True Lord—even in the talent-rich Immortal Pivot, he would have stood high above the rest, an existence capable of looking down upon heaven and earth—yet he had been crushed to death in a single grip, like someone catching a chick. Such a humiliating death was all the more shocking, all the more capable of chilling the hearts of those watching.
And that was not even the most terrifying part.
More terrifying still, Precious Pestle Victorious Bodhisattva's soul had failed to escape. It remained curled up in Lu Yang's palm, rapidly ground away by endless radiance and color!
"Save me. Save me."
A shrill howl came from Lu Yang's palm, thick with despair. Yet until his soul scattered and his spirit dissipated, the World Honored One never again descended with any great power.
That was only normal.
After all, the methods I displayed this time were nothing remarkable. There was no technique involved at all—it was all due to my outstanding talent.
And I didn't expose the fact that I possess all four elements. Under such circumstances, the World Honored One would not waste effort saving a Bodhisattva at the Early Golden Core stage. As long as I don't go too far, even wiping out all Three Bodhisattvas of the Pure Land would not be a major matter. At most, he would pay a little more attention to me.
With that thought, Lu Yang shifted his gaze.
"Rumble!"
Wherever his eyes fell, Precious Lotus Treasury Bodhisattva and Vase Water Moon Bodhisattva fled toward the Immortal