Surprise, trembling, terror.

Ding Qianyue's body trembled as if struck by lightning.

Her eyes were filled with panic as she looked at Tang Xuan.

In extreme terror, she screamed.

"Kill...kill him! Kill him now!"

The Holy Son of Light's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, no wonder you dared to boast. So you have such strength. I underestimated you!"

Ding Qianyue cried out, "His physical strength is extremely strong, be careful!"

"Strong, just how strong?"

The Holy Son of Light's eyes turned disdainful.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be a body cultivator. This physical body is indeed well-crafted, but it's useless! A true powerhouse must cultivate both body and soul!"

"Having only physical strength makes one nothing more than a brute!"

Tang Xuan sighed: "Why do you think I only have physical cultivation?"

"Or rather, up to this point, I have only used my physical strength!"

The Holy Son of Light's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a hand, making it hard to breathe.

What does Tang Xuan mean?

To this day, no one has been able to force him to use the power of spiritual energy.

"Impossible...this is impossible! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Ding Qianyue screamed, "When he joined the Ziwei Sect, many elders examined him, and there wasn't a trace of spiritual energy in him!"

The Holy Son of Light felt a sense of relief.

How could so many elders of the Ziwei Sect be wrong?

"Hmph, trying to sway this Holy Son's resolve with sweet words? You're naively laughable!"

Tang Xuan sighed.

"Is it possible that I sealed my spiritual energy for some reason before?"

"Nonsense! Do you think I, the Holy Son, would believe that? Kill!"

The Holy Son of Light waved his hands, and his Radiant Avatar raised his right hand, conjuring a battle blade, which he then slashed down fiercely.

"Now let's see how you block this!"

The sword is incredibly sharp; if you try to block it with your bare body, you'll definitely be cleaved in two.

Tang Xuan stared indifferently at the falling sword, then reached out and grabbed it.

Eight thunderbolts converged, and lightning bolts soared into the sky.

Exactly!

"Four Thunder Emperor Technique! Battle Thunder Across the Eight Desolations!"

The thunder of the eight directions converged in his palm, condensing into an unparalleled thunder blade, which he then unleashed with tremendous force.

Click click click!

The two swords clashed, producing a muffled thud.

The Radiant Body, along with its sword and arm, was reduced to ashes in the lightning.

"Awooooo!"

The Holy Son of Light clutched his right arm and let out a piercing scream.

It should be understood that the luminous Dharmakaya is the embodiment of his spirit.

If the physical body is injured, the physical body will also be affected, let alone if an arm is severed.

"You...you can't...you can't..."

Seeing the lightning blade wrapped in blue electric snakes in Tang Xuan's right hand, a look of fear appeared in the eyes of the Holy Son of Light.

Ding Qianyue's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Murong Ting, however, was filled with shock and disbelief.

"He's too strong! He's amazing!"

Tang Xuan's strength completely exceeded Murong Ting's expectations.

A fierce flame ignited in her eyes.

That's right!

This is their savior, the Slave Warrior Sect.

The existence of the Tang family that defies the heavens.

That omnipotent god who nearly shattered the carefree immortal realm.

Murong Ting put the teleportation talisman into her bosom, and her expression calmed down.

She knew that the Holy Son of Light had been defeated.

The luminous Dharma body has been breached; the outcome of this battle is no longer in doubt.

Tang Xuan didn't even use his full strength.

The difference is obvious at a glance.

"You're too weak!"

Tang Xuan looked at the Holy Son of Light and slowly shook his head.

This level of fighting doesn't even qualify as a warm-up.

"You...how is that possible!"

The Holy Son of Light screamed.

He trembled completely.

Despite having increased his strength, he still couldn't defeat Tang Xuan.

The frenzy stimulated his mind, making him even more insane.

"I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you!"

Fueled by anger, the Holy Son of Light roared at Ding Qianyue.

"Give me strength, give me even more strength!"

Ding Qianyue's face turned pale.

Having just regained her divine form as the Holy Son of Light, she had already exhausted most of her remaining divine spiritual power, so she had no strength left for him to squander.

"I...I have no more immortal power!"

The Holy Son of Light immediately began to curse.

"Useless... truly useless! You don't even have this much immortal energy, yet you dare to dream of gaining my favor? You're just delusional!"

Ding Qianyue almost fainted from anger.

She never expected that the Holy Son of Light would be such a despicable person.

I helped him so wholeheartedly, but he not only didn't appreciate it at all, he turned around and blamed me instead.

Such a despicable person is an ungrateful wretch who cannot be tamed; it is absolutely impossible to associate with him.

They can neither share the good times nor the bad.

What was wrong with me to choose the Holy Son of Light?

"Oh, your hopes are gone!"

Tang Xuan loosened his grip, the lightning blade disappeared, and he said mockingly.

The Holy Son of Light stared at Tang Xuan with a ferocious look in his eyes.

"Hmph, you think this is all the trump cards I have up my sleeve? You're just too naive!"

He simply tore open his shirt.

There was a peculiar talisman mark on his chest.

"That is... the Great Illumination Mantra!"

Murong Ting exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh, the Great Illumination Mantra of Buddhism, so you're from Buddhism!"

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