Li Qingyun slipped into the Twisted Origin Substance, yet did not return to Nine-Faced Hall.
He briefly calculated with his fingers, then flashed at high speed through the twisted "atmosphere."
A moment later, he emerged again.
The next instant, he abruptly stepped out above a resplendent golden Buddha Pagoda, gazing coldly down at a small Buddha within its grotto-heaven.
"Puxian, your tribulation has come as well!"
The faint Dao voice had barely risen when a Buddha shadow shot out from the pagoda's grotto-heaven and fled with all its might without a word.
Who else could it have been but Puxian Buddha!
This Buddha was merely a Void Saint. Alone and unaided, how could he possibly have the courage to face Li Qingyun?
Though he said nothing, his Buddha heart had already been frightened to pieces!
"Well now, Qingyunzi. Hunted by several Buddhas, yet you still dare swagger out here to commit murder..."
Puxian Buddha broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as though even his limbs had become clumsy as he fled.
"Suppress!"
Li Qingyun's gaze was indifferent as he merely looked at Puxian's retreating back and gave a soft shout.
He did not pursue him, because there was no need. He was only a Nine-Seal Void Saint, someone Li Qingyun could crush to death with a casual hand!
"Ah! Spare me..."
The moment the word "suppress" fell, Puxian Buddha's fleeing figure abruptly stalled. His powers and thoughts plunged into chaos and disorder. Under the terror of death, he finally could not hold back his cry, wanting to live.
Yet the Dao shadow in green above the Buddha Pagoda wore only an icy expression.
"In the station of Taiqing Heavenly Venerate, I shall cleanse the house here and slay Puxian..."
With a boom, holy blood splashed. A headless Buddha body