Sword Dao True Monarch, Han Shi

The phantom of the Great Sun Glazed Glass Dao Fruit shook violently, nearly collapsing, only to be forcibly held together by the wish power descending from the Bodhi Sacred Tree.

At the heart of the explosion, space completely collapsed into a black hole.

Dark golden blood lightning writhed madly within like a dying python. Fragments of the bloodstained Vajra Pestle, carrying True Martial Demon Subduing baleful aura, tore the void across a hundred miles into chaos.

The phantom of the Buddhist kingdom on earth that had emerged over the Eastern Wasteland was like an ancient painting splashed with boiling water, twisting and dissolving amid the chaotic currents of energy.

A thick rain of blood suddenly poured from the heavens, while fierce winds carrying ghostly wails swept across the Eastern Wasteland.

Huirui Bodhisattva's thousand-armed dharma form disintegrated inch by inch. Spiderweb cracks burst across his Glazed Golden Body, and pale golden Buddha blood gushed wildly from his seven apertures.

He staggered back three steps. The lotus platform beneath his feet shattered, and the phantom of the Great Sun Glazed Glass Dao Fruit behind him shook violently, yet ultimately did not disperse.

"Cough, cough."

Huirui wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. Beneath the scorched patches of his cassock, flesh suffused with flowing glazed treasure light was exposed.

A Golden Core True Monarch had brazenly self-destructed. Its power was so shocking that everyone in heaven and earth was shaken.

Or rather, they had yet to react. He had only just attained the Golden Core Fruit Position, and he was already self-destructing.

No novel would dare write something like this, would it?!

Clear Source True Monarch, hidden in the shadows, twitched uncontrollably. He could already imagine that if he had gone out earlier and courted disaster, he might truly have