Lightning had always fallen from the sky. This time, it rose from the ground.
The cleaver Madam Tang Li held really was one she had taken from her kitchen, not some hidden Sacred Artifact. Rather than sharpening the blade earlier, she had been using the process to polish away her own rust.
After all, she had not fought seriously in many years.
The effect of that slash was indeed astonishing.
The Giant Palm's wrist was severed outright. Detached from its body, the hand continued falling for a short distance before it began to disintegrate.
An external manifestation like a Dharma Body was ultimately unlike a giant's true body. It had no fixed measure of strength. Sometimes it could be indestructible, yet at other times, it could seem incredibly fragile;
the difference lay in whether your power could exceed the critical point of what it could withstand. Once you broke through that threshold, it was nothing but crumbling tofu.
A muffled grunt came from deep within the dark clouds. Clearly, the one inside had not expected someone to intervene at this moment and sever the hand with which he had intended to manipulate the situation.
"When children fight among themselves, just stand back, watch, and shout a little. You actually dared to get involved yourself. Have you no shame?
"And another thing,
"did you think our side had no adults?"
Madam Tang Li's voice rang out, deep and resonant, not a woman's voice. As she rose from the ground, Red Lightning enveloped her, providing the perfect concealment in plain sight.
To put it plainly, both sides in this suddenly erupted internal conflict within the Order God Church had maintained a degree of restraint. They were already drawing blood, yet neither had openly broken with the other.
But this guardian had forcibly