A golden arm emerged from the radiance behind the Garuda King.
Then came a second, a third... twelve arms in all manifested behind the Garuda King.
At that moment, Su Che truly understood.
The old monk before him was merely an illusion bearing the Garuda King's power, a shadow of some being that existed in reality. Compared with that Buddhist School mighty figure of the Immortal True Person level, he was at most only the image that being wished to present before the world.
An old monk who stood apart from worldly strife, an emancipated one and an enlightened one.
Yet behind this illusion lay something more real. Facing Devil Lord Sackcloth now, the Garuda King had revealed a corner of his true form without the slightest reservation.
And that sliver of reality brought with it a tempest of blood and gore.
This was a contest at the Immortal True Person level. Even the tip of the iceberg was enough to make every living thing on the street tremble.
The shockwave that manifested alongside the twelve arms contained no trickery whatsoever. It was merely the aftershock of a mighty figure revealing his power, yet it instantly reduced every living creature on this street to powder.
Flesh, bones, Dharma artifacts, the street's bricks and stones, arranged tables and chairs, signboards, roof tiles—all cracked inch by inch, returning to their most fundamental state: dust.
The three thousand worlds shattered into fine dust. This was the most direct manifestation of Dharma power.
Aside from a handful of lucky survivors or experts at the Void Step level, every living being on this bustling street was wiped into nothingness beneath that shockwave.
No distinction was made between the worthy, the foolish, or the vile. All beings were equal, indeed.
The shockwave even traveled through the