Zhukun had come to the rescue, and the cavalry he had assembled had formed a battle array! The sight alone left Ren astonished—and tempted.
With such troops under his command, Ren was delighted. Naturally, he did not want them to die.
But the Bodhi Patriarch's actions filled Ren with rage. Watching the Blood Dragon collide with the palm strike, he clenched his fists and shouted, "Bodhi... remember this! If any of my cavalry die, I will slaughter everyone in Buddhism, wipe out your lineage, and make sure not a single trace of Buddhism remains in the Primordial World!"
His eyes blazed with cold, unwavering killing intent. Many Great Powers heard him and were struck by his ruthlessness, but most paid his words no mind.
Ren was too weak for them to take seriously. If Duobao and the others had said such a thing, they would have been horrified. Coming from Ren, it meant nothing to them. They did not care even though his wife was Ruthless.
After all, only personal strength gave someone a voice. What they did not know was how much influence the low-level Ren would wield in the future.
For now, every eye turned to the collision between the purple-gold palm and the Blood Dragon.
Boom!
The blast rang out in every direction. The enormous hand that blotted out the sky cracked, then exploded.
Roaring purple light swept across the sky and dissolved into countless streams of energy.
The Blood-Colored Divine Dragon gave a wail as cracks spread across it, then plummeted to the ground.
"Pfft!"
Zhukun coughed up blood. So did the hundred thousand cavalry beneath him, and their Heavenly Horses as well.
A hundred thousand riders and a hundred thousand Heavenly Horses spat blood and fell into the mountains below. Blood stained the slopes red