Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

Lloigor was finally so frightened by the force of that slash that he no longer dared utter any threats:

"I'll hand him over! I'll hand him over right now!

Hanshan! I'll release Hanshan!

We can talk again—the terms can still be negotiated..."

Wu Song did not listen at all. He simply swung his blade.

The Heavenly Star Demon-Subduing Slash came crashing down!

That slash was so fast that no one could see it clearly, yet so slow that it seemed every thread of its trajectory could be seen.

Great swathes of gray-white evil aura were forcibly burned through by golden Buddha-light.

Silver starlight followed close behind, piercing straight through all life.

A cross-shaped blade mark suddenly blossomed in midair, pinning the evil god's foul divine soul firmly in place.

Lloigor's final shriek was piercingly sharp.

The next instant, gray-white fragments of consciousness violently exploded, scattering through the air like powdered lime.

His twin brother Zhar, bound to him by their shared fate, perished along with him, body and soul scattered to the winds.

When the blade-light faded, that mass of gray-white evil flesh on the ground had completely stopped moving.

The wind stilled, and all sound fell silent.

The vast ruins of the Arhat Hall were so quiet that they felt hollow.

Wu Song sheathed his blade, his chest heaving heavily.

He lowered his eyes to the utterly dead remnant on the ground. There was not the slightest pleasure of having slain an enemy on his face.

Instead, he seemed somewhat heavy-hearted.

Because he knew.

With that slash, the Sage Monk Hanshan's remnant soul had most likely been shattered along with it.

Ji Gong stood beside him, silent for a moment as well.

After a long while, he bent down to pick up his tattered palm-leaf fan, gently dusted the