Tie Kui suffered a devastating blow the moment his Supreme Dharma Body collapsed.
The Supreme Dharma Body was bound to his life. Having it torn apart was no different from having his foundation ripped open.
Blood gushed from his mouth as his tower-like body fell from the sky and smashed a deep pit into the ice.
His face was white as paper, his aura feeble, and his wide eyes filled with disbelief and terror.
The towering Dharma Body broke apart under the assault of the golden lightning. Crimson fragments rained down, each one gouging a huge crater in the ice and throwing up clouds of frost and white mist.
The entire stone platform shook under the impact. The guards of the Great Xia Imperial Dynasty staggered, and several were hurled away, coughing blood.
Yet the hundred-zhang golden dragon formed from lightning did not vanish after shredding the Supreme Dharma Body. It circled overhead with a triumphant roar, then streaked back to Lin Ming's fingertip as a beam of gold. There, it condensed into a firefly-sized speck and silently entered his body.
Lin Ming had not moved a step. His robes had fluttered briefly in the spiritual energy storm, but now they settled once more.
He lowered his finger and glanced calmly at Tie Kui, who lay near death in the icy pit. Then his gaze shifted past him to the Golden Carriage and Xia Xuan's frozen face.
Deathly silence gripped the stone platform. The Great Xia Imperial Dynasty guards had gone ashen, their hands trembling around their weapons. The sight of golden lightning tearing through the Supreme Dharma Body was seared into their minds, more shocking than words could convey.
The four Dragon Horse Beasts huddled together in fright. Their silver-white manes stood on end, the lightning on their horns