"Slaughter in all directions!"
"Amitabha, how good! How good!"
Master Juechen spoke of goodness, yet his attacks were truly suicidal.
Even as he struck, the human warriors near him had to instinctively retreat.
The moment he moved, it was with the bearing of risking his life.
This allowed him to display his might in full.
The enemy he faced was a late-stage Heaven and Earth Envoy.
Though it could not be called one of the very strongest among the death slaves, it was not far from that level.
Yet in a one-on-one battle,
that death slave with late-stage Heaven and Earth Envoy cultivation had failed to last even ten breaths before vanishing into smoke beneath his frenzied attacks.
Master Juechen's cultivation was ultimately too low.
During the battle, he had already suffered extremely grave injuries.
Then, under the death slave's dying backlash, he was directly pushed into a near-death state.
Fortunately, the people of the Bodhidharma Institute seemed to have long known of his condition.
The instant he defeated his enemy, several powerful figures had rushed out and swiftly carried him back.
After this single battle, he had completely lost his ability to fight.
Yet the result he had achieved made it impossible for anyone to underestimate him.
Even Zuo Lunhui, who had been watching from the death slaves' side, was stunned by his combat power.
"When did such a battle-crazed madman appear among the younger generation of humanity? If I could have him inherit my mantle and use Death Force to fight in this suicidal manner, wouldn't the combat power he could unleash soar by at least tenfold?"
Zuo Lunhui had merely muttered to himself, yet he already felt an urge stirring within him.
When he finally steadied his mind and looked back toward the battlefield, he was astonished