Chapter 67: Massacre
“Formation core!”
Sword qi turned into a blood-colored storm, erupting with a sharp explosive sound as it all surged toward the weakest point of the formation’s core.
So-called Vajra Demon-Slaying Array, so-called Myriad Spirits Massacre Array—just by name alone they sounded impressive, but in Lu Ye’s eyes, they were full of holes, not worth a damn.
“Boom boom boom!”
Plumes of blood mist exploded at the core.
The vajra pestle came smashing down in fury.
Countless silk-like threads wove together and surged toward him.
Lu Ye struck out with a single punch—fist met vajra pestle. For a brief moment, they clashed evenly, until Lu Ye stood perfectly still while the vajra pestle was ground down inch by inch into fine powder.
A group of Unity Dao cultivators watching this felt their scalps go numb.
“Amitabha! Amitabha!”
Especially the disciples of the Buddhist Sect—none knew better than them just how incomparably hard that vajra pestle was. With this thing, they'd crushed the skulls of countless experts.
And now, it had been smashed to dust by a single punch.