Amid the sky-filling impacts and roars, Chen Fan unleashed another strike of the Primordial Sword.
The surging sword light instantly tore through the turbulent shockwaves and flew straight toward Wisdom's body.
At this very moment, Wisdom, whose six arms behind him had been completely devoured by Chen Fan's sword light, showed a deep helplessness on his face.
His golden, Buddha-like body continued to swell, while even more sacred golden light swirled around him.
The surging sword qi came crashing down, intertwining with the golden light.
Faced with Chen Fan pressing forward step by step and consecutively slashing out three swords, Wisdom clearly found himself somewhat powerless to respond.
The golden light crumbled, yet the sword qi's remaining force persisted, surging over Wisdom's body.
Crack! Crack!
The cracks across his body turned into flakes of debris, constantly peeling away from him.
As Chen Fan unleashed the previous sword, he immediately swung the Primordial Sword for the fourth time without the slightest pause.
Without any delay, it followed the force of the preceding strike and completely devoured Wisdom's body.
After the thunderous blast.
Wisdom's enormous, golden-glowing body vanished completely, leaving behind only debris dancing across the sky.
Yet Chen Fan did not lower his guard.
Wisdom could never have been an ordinary Dao Fruit cultivator. As a Chang Sheng cultivator, even if his body was destroyed, his true spirit would most likely remain.
The next instant, a speck of golden light suddenly lit up in the sky.
It then transformed into a golden round pellet.
"An Immortal Golden Pellet? No!"
Chen Fan had once seen the Immortal Golden Pellet Wen Bu had left behind. Although both were golden and round in appearance, they gave off entirely different feelings.
Rather than a golden pellet, it looked more like the famed Buddhist sarira.
Sarira