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Crack! Crack! Crack!
The moment the sword's edge touched the Great Formation, the cleansing light didn't even last a breath before shattering like fragile colored glaze!
Nine dragons and nine phoenixes erupted into piercing mournful cries.
They quickly turned into specks of cleansing light, dissipating into the air.
The short sword continued its descent.
The towering halls of the Martial Temple shattered directly, revealing the thirteen seated Golden Body Dharma Identities within.
Boom!
As the short sword fell through mid-air, one of the slightly shorter three-zhang tall Golden Bodies actually collapsed, reverting into a skyful of Incense Willpower.
Ancestor of the Martial Temple was picking at his toes, staring blankly into the sky.
His gaze became increasingly clear, the usual stupor slowly fading away, only because he sensed the aura of demise.
This brief moment of lucidity, however, signified endless torment.
