With a boom, an explosion erupted.
The explosion was caused by the Buddhist bead streaking across the horizon, its immense power grinding against the void and annihilating everything in its path.
Even the void sparked from the bead's friction.
And that was not all.
Once the Buddhist bead sank into Xu Zimo's head, it would not merely destroy his flesh—it would crush even his divine soul.
Unlike the other two, the moment Venerable Pudu struck, he intended to utterly kill Xu Zimo.
He had no mood to toy with him.
Converting the Devil Master was the greatest undertaking of his life.
It was also Venerable Pudu's lifelong wish.
"Amitabha. The dust has settled."
Venerable Pudu beckoned with his right hand, and the Buddhist bead flew back into his palm.
The Buddhist bead remained brimming with Buddhist nature, smooth and delicate, without a drop of blood or the slightest trace of damage.
Venerable Pudu was supremely confident.
He did not even need to look at Xu Zimo's corpse.
Whenever his Pudu Buddhist Bead was unleashed, someone died. He had converted countless people in his lifetime.
This Pudu Buddhist Bead had never failed him.
"Is it over?" someone muttered.
In the end, they let out a sigh.
That Buddhist bead had directly blasted apart even the void.
"Don't rush. We need to see the corpse, dead or alive," Zhou Dangmo said with a smile.
"If we take his corpse, can't we still claim benefits from the Great Dao?"
Within the exploded void, space was repairing itself, though extremely slowly.
The Buddhist bead's power just now had truly been too strong.
"Countless corpses,
A blood-red firmament,
Heaven-shaking demonic qi,
The ordered Heavenly Dao.
Unfathomable heavenly might."
Whether in his mind or before his eyes, countless scenes flashed past, while innumerable voices swarmed