The Buddha palm that blanketed the entire sky was actually shattered by a single punch!
Holy Buddha Son knew very well that it was not because he had been careless, underestimated his opponent, or failed to use his full strength.
On the contrary,
In his fury, that strike had been delivered with hatred,
And he had already used one of his most powerful ultimate arts—the Great Sumeru Sacred Buddha Palm!
This was a terrifying ultimate art that only the Holy Buddha Son of each generation of the Great Sumeru Temple was qualified to cultivate. Its power could shake antiquity and dazzle the ages. Over the years, he had used it to defeat countless opponents.
Yet unless they were senior elders whose strength far surpassed his own, ancient titans who had existed since primordial times,
Otherwise,
Not to mention cultivators of the same generation—even among cultivators at the Heavenly Human Dao Ancestor realm, few could withstand this strike!
Holy Buddha Son had struck in fury,
Intending to suppress this brazen little ghost on the spot with a single palm,
To let him witness what a true Heavenly Being was!
To make him understand
That the Heavenly Human Dao Ancestors of the Central Continent Cultivation World were not something an aged wreck sealed away for ten thousand years, with no telling how much strength remained, could compare to!
However,
Not only had he failed to teach the other party a lesson,
His full-force ultimate art had been directly blown apart by the other party's punch!
Turbulent waves surged in Holy Buddha Son's heart!
How was this possible?!
How could such a thing exist?!
The punch his opponent had gathered and thrown made him sense an immortal Dao aura that stood above the Myriad Worlds!
This fellow,
How had he obtained power of