Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Zhide Buddhist Sect, the place of closed-door cultivation.
Sword Qi that shot to the sky rose in bursts, shredding the clouds within ten thousand miles, filling the air in all directions with a terrifyingly sharp aura.
These streams of Sword Qi faintly formed the image of the Sword Dao River.
Above it all, Ye Luo stood in the void, holding the Golden Divine Sword, his blue garment fluttering, and his eyes fixated on the Tathagata below.
"Tathagata, come forth and meet your death!"
Ye Luo was filled with an indescribable rage.
In his anger, his aura subtly surpassed that of a Semi-Saint, giving off the sense that he was below a Saint but above a Semi-Saint.
Below, the Tathagata took a deep breath, knowing today's matter was troublesome.
First, he glared at the Master of Zhide Buddhist Sect, and then a Lotus Platform rose under his feet, carrying him up into the firmament.
