Changqing Daoist and Great Brahma Buddha Son were covered in wounds, their bodies riddled with cracks like glass that might shatter at any moment. Blood sprayed out, its droplets splashing onto the ground in a horrifying sight.
Yet... both men looked at the glowing letters in their hands and opened them.
In an instant, their pupils trembled at whatever they saw.
A moment later, they calmed themselves and glanced at each other.
"Heh, consider yourself lucky today, you bald donkey."
"If my Dao Realm didn't have a grand event to prepare for, I would have taken your head right here today!"
Changqing Daoist spoke coldly, his gaze disdainful and flashing with icy light. He refused to yield an inch.
"Tch, you ox-nosed little Daoist! Even a dead duck's beak stays stubborn!"
"If something major hadn't happened in the Buddha Realm of my Western Universe, prompting Great Brahma Buddhism to recall me urgently... this would have been your burial ground."
Great Brahma Buddha Son also snorted coldly. Had his body not been battered and his spirit exhausted, leaving him unable to fight again, he would have loved nothing more than to charge forward for another round.
Still... today's battle had not been without its rewards.
They had gained another measure of each other's strength.
Both possessed super physiques, and both had just attained enlightenment. Although their cultivation realms had not risen significantly, their combat prowess was now as different as heaven and earth from before.
In particular, their insights into the divine abilities of Buddhist Dharma and the Thunder Arts had grown ever stronger, far surpassing what they had been.
Previously, as young supremes, they could have competed with other young supremes at the same cultivation realm.
Now, however, they could crush them!
Of course, the two shared another trait: neither