The great sun rose above the sea.
The dazzling sunlight blinded the eyes, and when one regained clarity, a three-thousand-zhang dharma image stood towering above the world.
The dharma image was majestic, holding a golden lamp in its hand.
Boom!
Song Lin and Taipo clashed fists, and the shockwaves rippled outward, sending towering waves across the sea.
Crack! The sound of bones shattering reverberated.
"Ah!!!"
Taipo let out a cry of pain.
The agony stemmed not only from the broken bones but also from the destructive golden light.
The golden light coated him, forming golden flames that didn't burn like ordinary fire. Instead, it was like countless blades or a cosmic grindstone, pulverizing his flesh into dust.
Being the closest to Song Lin, he bore ninety percent of the golden light's intensity.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a horrifying scene unfolded.
