"Dazhi!"
Carrying the gravely wounded, unconscious Fang Yizhi, He An had just rushed into the stone chamber when he turned and saw this scene. His eyes nearly split with fury.
The palm imprint struck Fan Dazhi in the back. He staggered and fell, bounced several times like an inflated ball, then rolled toward the chamber entrance even faster.
Ancestor Tianhe's palm strike could shatter stone monuments and kill tigers and leopards outright. Seeing Fan Dazhi apparently unharmed, he could not help feeling surprised.
What he did not know was that the instant the blue palm imprint struck Fan Dazhi's back, several lines of golden Sanskrit had suddenly lit up on the skin beneath his clothes.
Golden radiance flowed, vanishing in a fleeting instant and dissolving the fatal blow into nothing.
Back when the little monk Yangduo studied at the Knowledge and Practice Institute, he had demonstrated the Buddhist Sect's powerful protective technique, the Ming King Seal Sutra, while sparring with He An. He An had found it impressive, so Yangduo had taught him and Dazhi how to cultivate it. He had never expected Dazhi to actually master it.
"Dazhi!"
He An put Fang Yizhi down, swept out of the chamber like the wind, and helped Fan Dazhi up, hurriedly checking his injuries.
Warmth filled Fan Dazhi's heart. Enduring the pain in his head, he forced a smile. "I'm fine... I really am. Quick... let's get inside. That old bastard's coming."
The two had barely entered the chamber when Ancestor Tianhe swept over and clawed at the air with his great hand.
An immensely powerful force of True Essence Power filled the space.
Loose stones and dirt surged toward Ancestor Tianhe like a tide.
Everyone's expression changed at once.
The pulling force was so powerful that resisting it was impossible.
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