A Way to Trap the Heavenly King Council to Death
"What?"
This was a scene Chenling had never anticipated. He was still in a state of confusion when—BOOM! Ji Changli finally reacted. Suppressing the rampaging divine abilities within his body, he flipped his palm over and struck out. It was like an iron mountain crashing down, a single palm strike that shattered heaven and earth.
Smack.
Before Chenling Heavenly King could react, the Dharma power around him was shattered, dispersed into nothingness. Ji Changli's earthshaking palm flattened him into a meat patty—a genuine, thin sheet of flesh.
"What? You dare turn me into a meat patty?"
Chenling Heavenly King seemed to have been flattened into two dimensions. Though the brute force of that palm had reduced him to a thin meat patty, he still had strength left. He spat out a shout into the void, his Dharma power trembling all around him. Like an inflated balloon, he was about to swell back into shape.
At the same time, a tiny phantom of the Temple of Myriad Laws condensed above his head once more.
"Don't give him the chance! Ji Changli, join me in severing him from the Temple of Myriad Laws! Everyone, attack together!"
With a shout, Zi Biluo raised her hand and unleashed a vast stream of true qi. It merged with a stream of true qi sent forth by Ji Changli, forming a gate in the void. Boundless force arose, sealing off all four sides and enclosing the phantom of the Temple of Myriad Laws.
In that instant, the two experts who had refined Heavenly King power cried out together, "He journeys alone with strength beyond all others, silently and dimly enduring since time immemorial. Formless and shapeless, he secretly shapes creation; with gates and doors, he dwells