"It was you!!!"
Cinian roared towards the sky.
Grief and self-reproach consumed him, twisting his heart into darkness. Enraged, he raised his hand to kill Shanxun.
No one could stop him.
"Zen Master! Wait!" Chu Yang rushed forward.
But Cinian no longer cared for any sentiment of master and disciple. Even though his spiritual power hadn't fully recovered, his strike was merciless.
Yet Shanxun only smiled coldly, his lips curling with vicious confidence.
No one knew why, but his spiritual power suddenly surged. With a fierce burst, he broke free from the prayer beads.
Boom!
The beads exploded and scattered.
Some shattered into powder, others cracked open.
Fragments rained onto the ground.
Shanxun met Cinian's palm head-on, fearless and ruthless.
Their palms clashed—
Boom!
The flash of spiritual light illuminated the night.
Cinian's meridians trembled violently.
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.