Change of Dynasty, Country Named Daxia

Ye Daocang's expression remained cold as he strode forward with his sword in hand, his intense gaze piercing directly at Tianlu.

"There is no such thing as impossible. Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean others can't."

"Rubbish! Rubbish!" Tianlu roared in fury, his anger boiling over. At this moment, his once-calm demeanor as an enlightened monk was completely shattered.

"Even if you have comprehended Divine Powers, so what? The Buddha is not without his own tricks. As long as I hold you off for half an hour, your secret technique will collapse on its own!"

"Divine Power: Yin Wound! Great Buddha Hand!"

Tianlu channeled his rage, and an overwhelming surge of Buddhist light surged forth, forming a colossal Buddha hand that parted the clouds, radiating golden light as it attempted to suppress Ye Daocang.