Luo Xiu knelt weakly on the ground, powerless. Under the grinding crush of that golden "卍" radiance of Buddha's Light, the flesh and blood of his whole body began to split open, his bones breaking in turn!
Yet he seemed to feel not the slightest pain, only lowered his head in silence, his gaze vacant, his heart steeped in compassion and sorrow.
He recalled all that he had experienced along his path to this point, as if he had fallen into a quagmire of memory, sinking ever deeper.
At this moment, he had completely lost his will to fight!
The Buddha Killer stood in the high sky, overlooking Luo Xiu. Watching that "卍" character slowly press down, he hooked up a strange smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered, "Back then, this was exactly the move your father lost to."
"To be suppressed and slain by this move can be counted your honor."
"..."
At this moment.
Those watching from afar—Luo Qingxian and the others—were all filled with anxious urgency.
