At this moment, the flames of life of the two divine sons flickered precariously, on the verge of being snuffed out at any second. Naturally, with their terrifying foundation and heritage, they could still recover given enough time.
Yet this was also the most severe injury the two had suffered since their emergence into the world, filling their hearts with boundless dread.
Worse still, Lu Yuan struck with his final, lethal blow right at this moment. Boom! Immense power surged forth.
Splurt! In an instant, the figures of the two divine sons burst apart, turning into a sky full of bloody mist. Flesh and soul were utterly wiped out.
It was as though they had never existed in this world.
Indeed. The two divine sons who had run rampant across the universe were dead, with no possibility of resurrection remaining.
Everyone stared at the scene, shaken to the core and utterly dumbfounded. They had known Lu Yuan harbored killing intent, but none had imagined he would truly follow through. These were the future heirs of two pinnacle forces, yet now, they were dead.
Everyone understood that this would inevitably trigger an uproar across the entire universe. No one could doubt it. A momentous event of this magnitude had unfolded right before their eyes, so starkly and clearly visible.
"The two divine sons are dead—they're really dead."
"Lu Yuan of the human race truly keeps his word."
"Chaos is coming. The universe is truly going to be thrown into chaos."
The Immortal Realm onlookers spectating from the side were entirely shaken upon witnessing this.
Incredulity was etched onto every face, as if they were trapped in a dream. Yet the truth had unfolded before them, witnessed by all.
High above, the Ji Clan Third Ancestor and the Eternal Clan elder froze where they stood after witnessing this, rendered speechless.
"Domineering indeed. Just how I like it." When Jiang Haokong saw this, after the initial shock, a grin spread across his face. Doing exactly as promised, fearless of any threat.
Lu Yuan had slain the two divine sons, and in Jiang Haokong's eyes, that was worthy of admiration. He had long found the people of those two clans repulsive.
Jiang Ningxian felt similarly. Because she had already foreseen this outcome, there was little shock in her heart.
Having done all this, Lu Yuan slowly turned his head to look toward the Present Buddhist Son and the Eighteen Venerables not far away.
At this sight, everyone's hearts jolted, and they swallowed hard once more. Was slaying two divine sons not enough? Did he intend to kill a third?
Was this not simply too insane?
"Not good." Sure enough, the Present Buddhist Son sensed an intense crisis at this moment. He had initially assumed that after killing the two divine sons, Lu Yuan would stop.
Yet now it appeared he had been overly optimistic. Without the slightest hesitation, the Present Buddhist Son spoke up immediately: "Amitabha. This humble monk takes his leave." What choice did he have?
Even when the three of them had joined forces earlier, they were no match for him, let alone now. Moreover, he knew very well in his heart that this man was excessively powerful and genuinely struck with no mercy or hesitation.
If he did not leave now, he might end up in mortal peril as well.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Just then, Lu Yuan spoke. His voice was as calm as ever as he took a step forward.
Boom! Golden blood surged, shrouded in purple radiance. Destiny power was bestowed upon his person, granting him even more formidable strength.
Of course, Lu Yuan was well aware that in his current state, he could not maintain this for long. Under such circumstances, if he could eliminate one more major foe, he would never choose to hold back.
In the very next instant, the aura radiating from him engulfed the Present Buddhist Son, and an intense killing intent gradually emanated from within his body.
"Not good! Protect the Buddhist Son!" Seeing this, the eighteen venerables acted without hesitation.
To the Buddhist faction, a Buddhist Son was of utmost importance; if something happened to him, the repercussions would be catastrophic. In response, Lu Yuan merely frowned slightly and threw a punch straight ahead.
Rumble! It was like the blast of ten thousand thunders. Formidable auras violently trembled. If they had managed to hold Lu Yuan off for a short while before, now that he was empowered by destiny, his might was terrifying—capable of shattering even the projections of two Dao protectors.
The so-called Eighteen Venerables of the Buddhist faction were of little consequence against him in his current state.
Beneath a single punch, all eighteen fell back, coughing up blood, their faces as pale as golden paper.
Witnessing this, the Present Buddhist Son's expression shifted drastically. He turned immediately, seeking to flee, paying no heed to the fate of the eighteen venerables.
"You cannot escape," Lu Yuan said softly and spread his palm.
Immediately, ancient temples and Buddhist shrines materialized one after another, enveloping the Present Buddhist Son and the eighteen venerables alike. He was using the supreme divine power of the Buddhist faction against the members of the Buddhist faction itself.
"Do not harm our Buddhist Son!" The eighteen venerables rallied once more, chanting scriptures incessantly. Evidently, they intended to protect the Buddhist Son with their lives.
Lu Yuan frowned. He was not a bloodthirsty slaughterer, but if someone truly courted death, he had no reason to indulge them. With that, he struck lightly.
Bang!
In the next moment, the world of the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm shattered. The eighteen venerables did not even have time to resist before they disintegrated alongside it.
A single strike had directly slain eighteen Immortal Realm experts. Witnessing such terrifying power, onlookers shrank back in fear.
However, the Present Buddhist Son had not died, though he was heavily injured. Lu Yuan had anticipated this. Stepping forward, he appeared directly before him and said softly, "They died for you, yet you merely stand here?"
"Amitabha. What they strove for was the Mahayana Buddhist teachings in their hearts; they will journey to the World of Ultimate Bliss," the Present Buddhist Son replied, seemingly utterly indifferent.
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan shook his head. "A Buddha of this sort?"
With that, he hurled a punch.
Aware that escape was impossible, the Present Buddhist Son continued, "I have forged a golden body. Even if you slay me, I will not truly perish. Benefactor, stay your hand and comprehend the Mahayana Buddhist teachings with me."
Yet Lu Yuan had no intention of answering. Standing calmly in place, he threw out a punch just as before.
If he could not be permanently killed now, then he would simply be killed a second time, a third time.
In the future, Lu Yuan could even overturn the entire Buddhist faction.
Splurt!
Blood splattered. The Present Buddhist Son was gone as well, his physique collapsing into dust.
Yet Lu Yuan could sense that his soul was missing. Most likely, just as the Buddhist Son had claimed, he possessed a golden body and could be resurrected once more.
Still, he did not care. After slaying three figures of divine-son caliber, the immediate matter was brought to a temporary close.
Finally, Lu Yuan turned his gaze upon the Ji Clan Third Ancestor and the elder of the Eternal Clan. Naturally, he had no intention of making a move; in truth, he could no longer control the power of destiny for the moment.
Having reached his limit, a wave of weakness was slowly creeping up on him. However, Lu Yuan knew he could not let it show.
And so, he simply stood where he was.
The Eternal Clan elder and the Ji Clan Third Ancestor finally snapped back to reality. Glancing at Jiang Huanyun blocking their way, they knew the outcome was set in stone. Without another word, they turned directly around.
Indeed—they left!
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