The fact that Qin Ziheng had cursed without regard for his status showed just how shocked and furious Jing Heng's matter had left him!
By the court's initial estimate, Jing Heng's strength was at least one realm weaker than it had been at his peak.
So no matter where Jing Heng appeared tonight, he was supposed to die!
Yet things had turned out like this.
Above Chicheng, killing intent had already solidified.
Zuo Jun had always been taciturn, and he was also the first to clash with Jing Heng.
The instant they exchanged blows, it was earth-shattering--
"Thus have I heard. At one time, Buddha dwelled in the Trayastrimsa Heaven..."
Jing Heng's low and majestic Buddha's Words rang through the skies, seeming to come from the Nine Netherworlds, yet also as though transmitted from the Ninth Heaven.
In an instant, a towering phantom of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva rose from the boiling golden light!
Golden lotuses furiously blossomed in layers beneath his feet. A surging golden sea of Buddha Light instantly swallowed the entire Yuwen Manor. Blazing, dazzling glazed Buddha Light illuminated the night sky like a furnace of daylight.
Zuo Jun was clad in white armor. A Golden Dragon of Fortune wound its way out of the void and coiled around him, its dragon eyes opening and closing as it exhaled the majesty of a dynasty.
Qin Ziheng had answered his request, directly granting him the blessing of National Fortune!
Zuo Jun drew his long saber. The Golden Dragon of Fortune let out a long cry and sank into the blade. The saber's momentum drifted lightly toward the center of Jing Heng's brows.
There was no grand display of power, no heaven-shaking killing intent. This saber was gentle, as though a friend were handing over a cup of wine.
The saber