Pan Litian's Golden Gourd Bottle spun and flew around above the pit. He withdrew his hand, and the gourd returned to him. "There's no doubt this is the pavilion master's doing. The aura is a match."
The others were slightly frightened by the impact of the palm seal.
"If I didn't see this with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death. Based on the size of the pit, this palm seal is the biggest one I've ever seen!" one of the cultivators praised.
"Look! In there!"
The others looked into the center of the pit and saw a corpse bloodied and injured beyond recognition. Its face was deformed, and its arms were completely shattered. The kasaya was torn to shreds.
"Is this the person inside that red coffin? He's a Buddhist Nine-leaf elite?"
"It's him! This man was killed by the pavilion master's palm seal!"
