This was Wang Xian's true attack.
The army charged like a raging fire. Whoever stood in its path would be reduced to ashes, whether god or Buddha.
"Duh! Duh! Duh!"
A series of terrifying sounds rang out in the wind, like iron arrows piercing armor in an instant. A hundred zhang away, cries of alarm and screams rose before the palace gates. The prayer beads flew like swords, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred armored soldiers had fallen before the palace.
It was even more tragic than what had happened beneath the great tree before. Countless Imperial Guards had caught wind of it and fallen into pools of blood.
Yet Wang Xian's expression remained serene.
Gazing toward the prayer beads that had vanished before the palace gates, he shouted coldly, "I, the prince, act on Heaven's behalf. All who block my path shall be executed!"
With a boom, the army along the long street erupted, unleashing earth-shaking roars and cheers.
This was the God of Death they had imagined. Even from hundreds of zhang away, he could slay the enemy through the wind, without a trace.
Hui Guo froze. He hadn't expected the burning prayer beads to fail to set even a single thread of Wang Xian's bright yellow official robes alight.
With a sigh, he withdrew his gaze from the Buddhist palace and stopped searching for the prayer beads.
Once they left, they likely would never return.
The monk's thoughts stirred.
One thought extinguished, and oceans changed into mulberry fields. A will of annihilation instantly transformed into a Sword Qi and shot out from before Hui Guo.
Liu Piaopiao, standing before the prince's residence, cried out in alarm.
"Heavens! That monk has already reached the peak of Spirit Transformation!"
She had never dreamed that