The result was self-evident—with a deafening boom, Ancestor Minghe was sent flying a million li like a broken-string kite. A corner of the Blood Sea below evaporated on the spot, its waves rolling back. Countless asuras turned to green smoke and vanished before they could even scream. Such power, capable of turning clouds with one hand and rain with the other, made the Immortal Beings in the heavens, mortals on earth, and even the secluded Saints all change color.
Bai Xuan's strike once again left the Three Realms speechless. That overbearing aura, looking down on the Eight Wastes and gazing down across the ages, made countless deities' spines turn cold and their hearts pound wildly.
Dipamkara Buddha Daoist and the others went deathly pale, their pupils contracting sharply. They stood rooted to the spot like people struck by lightning, horror frozen on their faces, forgetting even to breathe. Even if the heavens collapsed, the earth split, and the Primordial World began anew, it would be difficult to dilute this shock in the slightest.
One move! Just one move! The dignified Ancestor Minghe had actually been like a buzzing, erratically flying ant. With a light flick of Bai Xuan's fingertip, he had been tossed a million li away. How could Dipamkara Buddha Daoist not feel his courage fail? How could he not tremble?
Bai Xuan's face was cold and hard as iron. He cast a sidelong glance toward where Minghe had vanished, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. His voice was as cold as frost. "Did you really think that practicing a few killing techniques would let you set foot across the threshold of my Primordial Lineage? Heh, you—you're far from enough."
Before his voice had even faded, a blade-sharp contempt swept across the faces of Dipamkara Buddha Daoist and