Fat Ball's figure grew smaller and smaller, turning transparent from the inside out.
He was like a piece of firewood about to burn out, his faint flame of life flickering in the wind and rain.
"One... last..." Fat Ball struggled to speak, his voice like a skipping tape.
Suddenly, he gathered all his strength, transformed his entire body into a fist, and hurtled toward Ghostly White like a rocket.
At the very end, he decided to sock Ghostly White one last time, right in that loathsome face!
Senior White Two stood motionless, making no attempt to dodge-as though he intended to take Fat Ball's final punch head-on.
Whoosh~
Senior White Two's long hair streamed backward in the wind from the punch.
The fist formed from Fat Ball's body slammed to a halt an inch from Senior White Two... and could advance no farther.
A moment later, the enormous fist scattered like sand, spilling over the ground.
Fat Ball, the Netherworld Ruler, was dead.
A sudden gale swept up the sand that Fat Ball's body had become. In midair, the grains weathered away once more, finally disappearing without a trace.
Senior White Two stood silently in place for several minutes. Then he took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on with a dashing flourish. He lightly brushed off his trench coat, turned, and left.
In the Present World, throughout the Myriad Heavens and Realms.
The cultivators all gazed up at the sky, silently listening to Tyrant Song's final sermon.
The low-level cultivators who had fainted earlier after sensing the "Ruthless Will" had also been revived by their elders and were listening quietly.
Profound Sage Tyrannical Song used no special tricks in this sermon. He returned to the original, pure method of delivering a sermon, teaching in earnest.