Dipamkara was suffering in silence. The last time he had exchanged a single move with Liu Erlong, he had fled. Now that he had come again, Liu Erlong had immediately set her sights on him. The two fought fiercely, and Liu Erlong, transformed into a fire dragon, was simply too powerful. Every time he took one of her blows, he could not help coughing up blood. He could tell that this woman was using him as a punching bag to vent her anger, with no intention of killing him outright.
Thinking of how Joyful Buddha had been beaten to death alive, he shuddered in fear. Afraid that he would meet the same fate, he could only deal with the fire dragon's attacks with all his strength, hoping she would not hit quite so hard.
"Boom!"
A fireball struck Dipamkara and blasted him tens of thousands of miles away. Terrifying heat scorched part of his body black, and even the smell of roasted meat wafted from him.
No, if this keeps going, I'll die here. Forget it—running is more important.
Dipamkara opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist, instantly shrouding his body and obscuring Liu Erlong's sight. Then, a streak of blood-red light silently flew toward Western Heaven Spirit Mountain.
He had used the Blood Escape technique to leave the battlefield.
Inside the Hall of Divine Mists of the Heavenly Court.
The gathered immortals were overjoyed. Dingguang Joyful Buddha of Western Heaven Spirit Mountain had been killed!
This was a major event!
It was also utterly shocking. An Early Quasi-Saint powerhouse had died, and that force had actually killed Dingguang Joyful Buddha.
The gods of the Jie School who had entered the Investiture of the Gods had wanted more than once to go to Spirit Mountain and