The Bone Holy Master's punch bore no fruit, and he stopped.
He merely looked indifferently at Zhang Linchuan outside the thunder prison.
What spectacle hadn't He witnessed over the long eons?
Although Zhang Linchuan indeed surprised Him, that was all there was to it.
If it weren't for the fact that the Bone Holy Body was not yet perfect, and He had been gravely injured by Zhongxuan Chuliang, abandoning the flesh puppet and finding Himself in an unprecedented state of weakness, even this Hidden Thunder Ban Method, though uniquely ingenious, might not have been able to affect Him in any way.
But still... ultimately, another cycle of deep slumber awaited Him.
The Bone Holy Master sighed softly in His heart.
Afterward, the flesh on His body quickly flowed away, or more precisely, surged inward toward the depths of His bones. The flesh receded like water, and in the blink of an eye, all His flesh vanished, leaving only His skeleton, stark white.
