Unifying the Realm!

After Jiang Che unleashed that heaven-shaking strike, heaven and earth fell into silence. Even the void seemed frozen in that very instant.

The gazes of countless highly cultivated figures converged upon the two figures in the sky.

Clad in a golden Dragon Robe that fluttered in the wind, Jiang Che stood with majestic bearing. The pressure radiating from him was terrifying beyond compare. No one dared meet his gaze; standing there, he seemed like a deity.

By comparison, Monk Ran Chen was in far worse condition.

His golden body crumbled inch by inch, his supreme Buddhist kingdom gradually collapsed, and every great divine power seemed to have been annihilated beneath Jiang Che's single strike. He had also suffered grievous injuries.

At this point, anyone could clearly see who had won and who had lost.

Monk Ran Chen exhaled a breath of Turbid Air. Threads of golden blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his aura was utterly listless. His mana and vital essence had been exhausted by that strike.

He no longer had the strength to fight again.

"How is it?"

Jiang Che looked down upon Monk Ran Chen, his imposing voice resounding across the heavens.

Monk Ran Chen nodded slightly and pressed his palms together. There was not much unwillingness on his face. Instead, he seemed to wear an expression of accepting his fate.

"Benefactor Jiang's divine abilities are peerless. This humble monk willingly admits defeat."

Ran Chen did not know Jiang Che's current condition, but he understood that Jiang Che had fought the Azure Emperor of the Demon Realm in the starry sky not long ago, battling to such an extent.

He could not possibly be at his peak now.

Yet even so, Jiang Che had still defeated him with ease.

That fact alone was enough