Zhao Tianjun sneered and raised his brows. "I've long heard that the Western divine arts are profound. Today, I'll personally test just how much substance these heretical techniques truly possess!"
Ming Wang pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation. Turning to face west, he bowed deeply and spoke in a voice like a great bell: "The World Honored One above, your disciple shall break the precepts and begin killing today!"
Before his voice had faded, ten thousand zhang of golden radiance suddenly erupted around him, blazing like the sun leaping above the sea. Wherever the light reached, mountains and rivers were dyed gold, and the Great Thousand Worlds seemed submerged in a Pure Land of glazed crystal. Auspicious clouds churned, faint Buddhist chants drifted through the air, and he shook his shoulder. The Blessing Divine Pestle shot into the sky, a golden dragon coiling around it, scales and claws soaring. Bearing the Momentum of Wind and Thunder, it shot straight toward Zhao Tianjun's face!
Zhao Tianjun swept his sword up to meet it. The blade and divine pestle crashed together with a deafening clang of metal, sparks bursting like a shower of stars. The long sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a silver rainbow, swift as a startled flood dragon churning the sea, generating wave after wave and surging forward with unstoppable force.
After several exchanges, Zhao Tianjun suddenly twisted his body and shot toward the entrance of the Earth Fierce Formation like an arrow.
Ming Wang's robe sleeves whipped through the air as he chased him inside. In an instant, the scene within the formation became terrifying: violet lightning wove densely like a net, crimson flames danced wildly like snakes, and dense Virtue of Earth energy condensed into solid form, layer upon layer, as though