The ritual sword came down, cleaving a massive rift ten thousand li long and a hundred zhang wide into the Primordial Great Land. Only then did it return to Netherworld Qi and dissipate.
With a single strike, Bodhi, who had still carried traces of Saintly Might, was left without a trace of life.
Great Emperor Fengdu stood in midair, the enormous rift beneath his feet. He seemed to tower between heaven and earth, displaying an awe-inspiring presence that looked down upon all under heaven.
"What! The Saint's Good Corpse, Patriarch Bodhi, actually lost—not only that, he was killed with a single strike!"
Everyone watching the battle wore expressions of shock.
They all knew East King Duke was formidable, and that his clone would be no weakling. That much was easy to imagine. But it was only a clone. Perhaps it was stronger than an ordinary Quasi-Saint, but none of them thought it could surpass a Saint's Three Corpses.
Yet the truth was that Fengdu had defeated Bodhi—not merely defeated him, but actually killed a Saint's Good Corpse, and with such ease.
The Lord of the Underworld, the Netherworld Great Emperor, possessed combat power that did not lose out to a Saint!
No one in the Primordial World had expected this.
Earlier, at Saint Pingxin's behest, East King Duke had taken the Earthly Dao Venerable Title through his own clone. Many Great Supernatural Beings in the Primordial World had been unconvinced. Though the Yin-Yang Dao Venerable was powerful, he was still only a clone.
But now, using a Saint's Good Corpse as a stepping stone, Great Emperor Fengdu had risen directly to the very summit of the Primordial World's combat power, where he could rival a Saint.
After this battle, who would dare look down on Fengdu again? It was as