From Buddha's brow, to Buddha's face, to Buddha's body, to Buddha's limbs, to Buddha's halo, to the lotus flowers surrounding Buddha, to the Vajra guardians within those lotuses.
The cracks multiplied, growing denser and denser like a spiderweb as they crawled over the entire phantom image of Buddha.
Then...
BOOM!!!
The phantom image of Buddha exploded with a thunderous roar, turning into golden light that filled the sky before dissipating between heaven and earth.
Wuchen was struck as though by an invisible mountain and sent flying sideways. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth as he crashed heavily onto the arena, skidding dozens of li before finally coming to a stop.
He lay sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood, his monk's robes in tatters. Where was the bearing of an enlightened eminent monk now?
Meanwhile, that faint sword light still hung in the void.
It hovered there silently, as if everything that had just happened had been no more than a trifling matter in the flick of a finger.
The entire venue fell deathly silent.
Everyone's eyes were wide and their mouths agape, yet not a single sound came out.
What had just happened?
They had only seen Wuchen summon that incomparably terrifying phantom image of Buddha—the phantom image capable of taking the full-force blow of a fourth-heaven Quasi-Saint head-on.
Then Deputy Marshal Ye casually made a stroke, and a faint sword light drifted over.
Then the phantom image of Buddha shattered.
Then Wuchen was sent flying.
Then the battle was over.
Just like that?
So easily?
That was Wuchen!
The marshal of the Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty!
A peerless powerhouse at the third heaven of the Quasi-Saint realm!
A being whose Buddhist teachings were profound enough to deliver all living beings from suffering!
And he had lost just like