The Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Form hurled a punch upward, its body like a long blade, its intent like a lone star. The edge of its fist cleaved through the heavy space, like a divine vessel riding the wind and breaking the waves, sending ripples rolling out in every direction.
"A glow from a grain of rice—how dare it shine?"
Facing the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Form's full-force strike, the Great Emperor's phantom wore a trace of mockery. The phantom slowly raised a hand, and the black-light-condensed fingertip descended at an extraordinarily slow pace.
It was a breezy, cloud-light strike, utterly without spectacle, yet it contained endless pressure and power.
Under that seemingly casual blow, the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Form instantly collapsed, turning into countless motes of light that scattered through the air.
Overwhelming force struck. Xiang Yuan flew like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the ground and leaving a shape like the character "Great."
Rolling over, he intended to fight again, but his face was bloodlessly pale, his chest heaving violently. A thread of crimson spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.
Terrifying indeed!
One actor playing two roles, with first-rate acting and seamless switches. The script was decent too; it did not pull some absurd plot where a great supernatural expert rode a horse and let a Spirit Transformation junior escape because the horse was not fast enough.
The post-production had spared no expense as well, throwing money wildly at the special effects. They had hired True Warrior Great Emperor's studio rather than subcontracting layer upon layer until it ended up in some shabby workshop like Agricultural Light & Magic or Industrial Bull Demon.
In Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er's eyes, the Great Emperor's phantom had merely pressed