385, Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao is dying! (Two in one)_3

"Mr. Zhao, return to the heavens."

The stern-faced middle-aged monk spoke slowly, his gold-painted right hand pressing toward Mr. Zhao's chest.

Behind the monk, surging mana condensed into a giant Buddha, looming above.

"Thud!"

Zhao Douan, powerless to resist, like a kite with its string cut, spat out blood and leaped high into the air, slamming hard into the distant barren grassy hills like a sandbag.

He had dodged the assassination at Hu Ting, but on his way back, when everyone had let their guard down, he encountered a full-fledged strike from a Worldly Great Perfection.

Sudden.

Decisive.

Ferocious.

With no chance to fight back.

Zhao Douan felt intense pain, his shattered qi chaotically surging inside his body, instantly causing blood to spurt from every pore, and the bones in his chest emitted a cracking sound.

His vision plunged into darkness.

However.