When Tie Zhu and the Evil Self arrived, they saw Jiang Chen, transformed into a thousand-zhang ancient Buddha, bring his palm crashing down like Mount Tai bearing down from above. The sight was staggering.
"Giving ground again and again will not earn gratitude."
"Do you know that even a Buddha can rage?"
Empowered by his Bloodline Talent, "World-Confounding Demon Words," Jiang Chen's voice became a tide that swept outward, vast, resonant, and deafening.
Even Tie Zhu and the Evil Self, some distance away, were shaken speechless and dared not come any closer.
Tian Yi, at the very center of his attack, already had his eyes stretched wide with terror, almost driven mad.
"You..."
"Why do I seem to see the shadows of the gods and Buddhas of old in you!?"
The latter words sounded somewhat aged, with a trace of bewilderment, as though the Hidden Kill Sect's Ancestor, whose will was incomplete, were speaking.
By then, Jiang Chen's enormous palm had descended, trailing ten thousand rays of golden light, as though it would cleave this world apart.
Terror filled Tian Yi's eyes. He retreated frantically, only to discover that no matter what he did, he could not escape the reach of those five fingers.
In the end, he had no choice but to throw out an ancient killing formation inscribed on a formation stone. Holding the Death Blade himself, he poured all his strength into trying to block the attack.
Yet the instant they touched, the killing formation shattered inch by inch. Under the suppression of that powerful Buddhist nature, his body slipped beyond his control, then was crushed to death by the enormous palm's violent power.
The next instant, invisible ripples stirred the air nearby, and an aura solidified out of nothing.
A trace of relief crossed Tian Yi's