In the sky above, a black miasma spread, obscuring the layers of clouds.
The massive phantom Buddha Statue behind Jieming slowly rose, bursting forth with myriad rays of Buddha Light that mesmerized the hearts of the crowd.
A golden and a black radiance shone against each other, each occupying half the sky. They emanated different auras and different artistic concepts before violently colliding.
BOOM!
The two beams of light crashed into each other, creating a violent tremor. The sky began to change color, and the entire fighting ring seemed to tremble.
CRACK! CRACK!
Gasps of amazement rippled irrepressibly through the crowd!
Suddenly, cracks appeared on the Buddha Statue. They grew larger and larger until, with a final RUMBLE, the statue shattered into motes of Golden Yuan Qi that dissipated into the air.
"Pfft—"
Jieming stumbled back seven or eight steps before spraying a mouthful of red blood. Even so, the look on his face was still incredibly grim.
