The Great Revered One felt the scene in his eyes spinning and dancing; he also felt an intense pain from where his neck was broken and immediately realized that his head had been chopped off.
With his six arms, the Great Revered One swiftly caught his head as it was flung into the air and, like fitting blocks together, stuffed it back into place.
He directed a torrent of swirling black flames towards Fan Wu with an open mouth!
As Fan Wu swung his sword to shatter the black flames.
The Great Revered One's body already appeared a hundred meters away from Fan Wu; his three left hands clapped fiercely together with the three corresponding ones on his right side.
Behind him, a dim halo emerged above his head, and at the same time, more and more arms grew out from his back.
Arm after arm stacked endlessly, constantly climbing higher and higher.
"Using the bodies of Divine Envoys to perform this divine art is somewhat forced but not entirely impossible," he muttered.
