Boom!!!
A single palm strike sent him plummeting straight down, smashing him into the already shattered earth below and blasting out a bottomless crater.
As the dust settled.
The three ancestor phantoms hovered silently in the Void.
Su Cheng, Yi Han, and Jingxin stood side by side, looking down at the enormous crater below.
Within the crater, Su Tao lay at the bottom, drenched in blood, his breath faint.
His chest was a mangled mess of flesh, stark white bones exposed.
Chaos aura coiled around his body, eroding his flesh.
A golden palm imprint was branded between his brows, emanating a faint Buddhist radiance as it suppressed his soul.
Three layers of grievous wounds had nearly claimed his life.
"Cough, cough..."
Su Tao coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to rise, but the moment he propped himself up, he collapsed weakly once more.
His aura had already weakened to its utmost limit.
"Su Tao, you have lost."
Su Cheng spoke, his voice cold.
He walked step by step toward the crater, looking down at Su Tao from above.
"You used forbidden arts to kill the three grand marshals, slaughtered billions of soldiers, and sacrificed the entire Great Frost Imperial Dynasty."
"Your sins are monstrous, beyond all forgiveness."
"Today, we shall represent the Heavenly Dao and put you to death once and for all."
His voice brimmed with killing intent.
Yi Han stepped forward as well. Looking at Su Tao, his eyes were filled with mockery.
"Forbidden arts? Heh..."
He sneered and shook his head.
"Did you think that gaining forbidden arts would make you invincible beneath the heavens?"
"How naive."
"In this world, there are plenty of things stronger than forbidden arts."
"For instance, foundations."
Jingxin pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation.
"Amitabha."
He