When Prakash saw Lin Qiye vanish, he immediately looked up.
Seeing the pale blue glimmer spinning in Lin Qiye's palm, Prakash froze.
"...King's Star Coin?"
Then, as if he had realized something, his expression grew increasingly savage. "You set all this up to obtain the King's Star Coin?!!"
"That's right." Lin Qiye smiled. "Unfortunately, you realized it too late."
Brilliant magical radiance flashed through Lin Qiye's palm, and the next moment, a snow-white longsword appeared.
With a soft hum, the blade left its sheath!
Lin Qiye held the Star Coin in one hand and Zhanbai in the other, his figure instantly slipping into the void and vanishing.
Prakash's pupils contracted as he instinctively retreated. A blade of light slashed from the void, grazing past his neck and striking one of his arms.
The sharp blade sank deep beneath the dark yellow Buddhist robe, yet it did not sever his arm. It merely lodged within as though it had struck steel, utterly unmoving!
A flicker of surprise passed through Lin Qiye's eyes.
Even Zhanbai could not cut through it. That was enough to show just how tough the Buddhist robe covering Prakash's skin was. No wonder Prakash had fought so many enemies alone earlier and still escaped unscathed.
Prakash snorted coldly. Rather than retreating, he advanced, pinning Lin Qiye's blade with his arm as overwhelming supreme divine might erupted from his eyes and crashed straight toward the nearby Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye looked at the four-armed phantom of Vishnu behind Prakash. A fierce gale mixed with terrifying divine might brushed across his cheeks, lifting strands of his black hair.
His eyes narrowed slightly:
"Competing with me in divine might?"
In the desert at dawn, a pair of dazzling golden lights, brighter than the sun itself, bloomed from Lin Qiye's eyes!
**Seraphim