This strike held nothing back.
Surging power bore a Sage's will, crushing the void as it thundered toward its target.
Wherever it passed, space-time shattered, laws sank into oblivion, and order collapsed-terrifying scenes unfolded one after another within this already dark, cramped crevice in the void.
Golden buddha light blazed upon the palm imprint like billions of suns exploding at once. Countless mantras of the Buddhist dharma flowed within it, each imbued with supreme power to subdue demons and shatter barriers. They hummed as though ancient Buddhas across the heavens were chanting in unison, intent on purifying every demonic obstruction.
For hundreds of thousands of miles around, the void seemed to be forcibly crushed by an invisible giant hand. Spiderweb cracks spread madly, and chaos astral winds howled out of them, shredding everything in their path to dust.
Without question, compared with the aura Luohu displayed at that moment, this palm strike possessed utterly overwhelming power.
The unbridgeable chasm between a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal and a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal was laid bare in this single strike.
A Sage's might could not be defied.
Yet...
Luohu still showed not the slightest fear.
Far from being afraid, he wore an expression of composure that bordered on welcoming death.
His dark purple eyes held no terror, no struggle, not even a desire to survive.
There was only an unfathomable calm.
It was as though... he had long since seen through life and death, or perhaps he simply did not care about the outcome of this strike.
When Zhunti saw that expression, however, his heart gave an inexplicable jolt.
Something was wrong.
Zhunti knitted his brows, his thoughts racing.
He knew Luohu all too well.
Everyone in the Primordial World knew what kind of man this old devil was.
Sinister, cunning, and