Shengle.
The Pure Land shook, its lotus blossoms slowly fading. At its center, the Bright Lotus Great Adept, clad in white lotus monastic robes, struggled to resist the golden thunder, but every strike from his opponent cut down the Buddhist radiance surrounding him.
The old man in golden armor swung his crescent-bladed saber and struck again, swift as thunder. Three supreme edicts of yang thunder manifested together, empowering his weapon as murderous intent erupted with the force of boundless heavenly authority.
[Yanghaoquan]
Bright Lotus's Dharma body was like a clay statue, cleaved in two from crown to foot. The two halves transformed, each becoming a novice monk with rosy lips and pearly teeth, and fled separately into the Great Void.
"Song Yuanxing!"
He roared in fury and was about to launch into a tirade, but when he looked back, even more terrifying golden thunder greeted him. The old cultivator behind him was far more than an ordinary Purple Mansion middle-stage cultivator. As a True Lord's direct descendant in the next generation, he was the very heart of the direct bloodline.
Weihua's gaze was cold. A beam of sky thunder shot toward him, but he raised his saber and split it, snuffing it out in an instant.
Di'an, high in the sky, felt uneasy. As a peripheral member of the Murong Clan, he had only entered the Thunder Department and attained Purple Mansion thanks to the wonders of his ancestral spirit position. Asking him to deal with such a battle-hardened veteran was rather too much.
Booms echoed through the Great Void. At some point, Weihua had already moved ahead and blocked the escape of one half of Bright Lotus. In panic, the novice monk spat out a white lotus, which slowly spun and shed countless rays of white light.
Thunder twisted