Boom—!
Cao Guang didn't even have time to react, as the terrifying force poured down on him like a storm.
His Xuanmai pinnacle muscles and bones emitted sounds of being unable to bear the burden.
The python tendons snapped, the tiger bones cracked, and a mist of blood spread in the air, whipped away by the rain!
His body smashed onto the long street, his spine sliding across the ground, tearing through the puddles, turning the blue bricks on the ground to dust, creating heaps of broken bricks and smashed mud!
Steaming heat spread around—it was the high temperature emitted from the friction between his back flesh and the ground.
Cao Guang's head drooped down, blood and rain dripping from his hair ends.
How could it be...
So strong?!
Was this the outburst after borrowing the power of the Temple God?
It's so strong... but this strength was supposed to belong to him, after all the years he had prepared, hosting the Thousand Buddha Carving Banquet, and in the end...
