Minghui felt the strength in his body trickling away, while the force coming from Yuanmu grew ever stronger. He had no power to resist Yuanmu at all. With a bleak smile, he said, "Grand Martial Uncle, you are a disciple of the Buddha. Are you really going to... take my life with your own hands?" The pressure on his body suddenly eased. Yuanmu had released him.
Minghui's first instinct was to flee, but his legs were unsteady, and he fell to the ground with a thud. He cried out miserably, "The Void Art... you... you actually cultivated the Void Art?"
Yuanmu stepped forward and thump! His fist struck Minghui's dantian sea of qi. Minghui watched the punch coming but lacked the strength to dodge, taking the blow squarely. His dantian sea of qi felt as though it had split open, and every last trace of his inner breath scattered. His face turned ashen. "Grand Martial Uncle, how ruthless you are..."
Yuanmu sighed and sat cross-legged opposite him. "This is not the Void Art. All things in this world give rise to and restrain one another, and martial arts are no exception. Do you remember what I said when I first taught you martial arts?"
Minghui gave a cold laugh and said nothing.
Yuanmu sighed again. "You no longer remember. When I taught you martial arts, I told you that beyond every master stood another, and beyond every heaven lay another sky. I also told you that a Buddhist disciple seeking true attainment must remain steadfast in heart and withstand the many temptations of the outside world. At the time, I listed several Buddhist evil arts that you must never touch. Blood Asura was one of them. Do you remember?"
Minghui said coldly, "It was so long ago. How could I