Pijialuolo's strength had already completely surpassed Su Xin's expectations. His cultivation method and fighting style were still the same ones Pijialuolo had used in the past, yet the feeling he gave Su Xin was profoundly strange. Su Xin could only sense that Pijialuolo was strong—so strong that Su Xin could not even fathom the depths of his power.
Su Xin truly could not understand why Pijialuolo had become like this. But he was certain that even if Pijialuolo had not been possessed by the Buddha, he had definitely undergone some strange transformation.
As Pijialuolo's claw, carrying the essence of the Monster Race's Great Peng Sage of old, descended, Su Xin chose to evade for the first time.
Formless Blazing Flame erupted, and Su Xin's entire body turned into blazing fire, seeking to escape that claw.
But strangely, the force of Pijialuolo's claw directly sealed the space around it, as though it had carved this patch of heaven and earth away with that single claw. Though Su Xin had already transformed into flame, he still could not escape the spatial range of Pijialuolo's strike.
Amid the surging flames, Su Xin's form condensed once more. Countless blood-colored flames coiled around him as his entire body transformed into a peerless sharp sword, piercing through the void. Only then did he escape as Pijialuolo's claw came down.
Su Xin's figure then re-formed behind Pijialuolo. Scorching flames burned upon the Way of Self Sword in his hand as it split open the void and crashed down!
The Garuda manifestation behind Pijialuolo stirred. The great peng spread its wings, and in an instant, Pijialuolo was already a thousand zhang away. Su Xin's sword qi exploded, but struck nothing but empty air.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng was adept not merely in strength, but in absolute speed as