"Then let's see!" Ye Chen roared. Buddha Light bloomed around him. It wasn't as vast as Guanyin Bodhisattva's, but for some reason, Ye Chen's felt incredibly pure.
This only made Guanyin feel more resentful.
So what if your Buddha Light is pure? In my eyes, you're nothing but trash, incapable of making waves.
Sure enough, Ye Chen charged forward, only for Guanyin Bodhisattva to slap him flying.
A sweeping Hand Blade chopped off Ye Chen's arm.
After struggling back to his feet, Ye Chen charged forward again.
Bang! Another deafening crash, and Ye Chen was sent flying once more.
After who knew how many rounds, Ye Chen had lost count of his wounds. His Immortal Body could no longer keep up with the speed at which he was being injured.
It healed again and again, only to be damaged again and again.
"I'd like to see whether your Immortal Body really can heal endlessly, just like the legends say." Guanyin Bodhisattva steeled herself, ready to wear Ye Chen down completely. To be honest,
she truly envied this special ability of Ye Chen's. Even after cultivating for so long, she couldn't guarantee that she would live a long life one day.
But Ye Chen was different. As long as the Immortal Body within him kept functioning, he would continue to survive. Only if a supreme powerhouse crushed him to dust, leaving him utterly annihilated, would he be unable to recover. Even Tathagata Buddha wouldn't claim to be such a supreme powerhouse. What an incredible ability. Why couldn't it belong to me? Why did it have to appear in a mere boy who's barely grown out of his milk teeth? What right does he have to wield this power?
The more Guanyin Bodhisattva thought about it, the angrier she became, and the