At this point, further words were useless.
A cold gleam flashed in Zhunti's eyes. In that instant, he cast the last trace of hesitation and apprehension beyond the Nine Heavens.
He was a mighty Sage, the second sect master of the Western Buddhist Sect. If he dared not answer such provocation from a junior, how could he ever show his face in the Primordial World again?
So what if Gu Changqing was present?
That madman had said himself that he would only watch, not intervene.
As long as he kept his word, Zhunti had nothing to fear.
"Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!"
Zhunti barked coldly. The Buddha light around him surged, and the might of a Sage he had suppressed for so long poured out without restraint like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Boom...
The seawater surged backward, sending colossal waves towering into the sky.
The Water Tribe beings watching from afar felt an irresistible might rush toward them, pressing them down until they nearly fell to their knees. Even breathing became difficult.
Zhunti stood at the very center of that sky-filling golden light.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and struck his palm fiercely toward Ao Cunxin.
Another succession of deep, deafening Dao sounds thundered out.
Each Dao sound made space-time resonate, piercing straight into the Dao hearts of every living being.
Then an even more spectacular sight unfolded.
Golden light gathered.
Then a Swastika rune took tangible form in Zhunti's palm and crashed downward.
At first, it was no larger than a palm.
But with every inch it descended, the rune swelled further.
By the time it hung above Ao Cunxin's head, it had expanded to a boundless, indescribable scale.
It stretched across ten thousand miles, shrouding the firmament.
The sight was