The Great Mountain soared into the sky, with an endless stream of Wu Tu energy descending from the heavens.
Li Qingming flipped his hands up and down, and lightly exhaled the word: "Seize!"
The Demon-Subduing Pestle whistled through the air, shrank to the size of a fingertip, and landed in Li Qingming's palm.
"Pfft!"
At the same time, he thrust the long spear in his hand forward once more. The spear's edge swallowed with ferocity, instantly piercing through the plump Arhat's skull, turning him into a bloody mire. His body disintegrated, utterly annihilated.
"You and those so-called Buddhas of yours clearly knew that your cultivation is no match for mine, yet still, you were sent to your deaths. Were you really willing to offer up your lives for him?" Li Qingming sneered at the Buddha who was constantly forming Dharma Seals and continued, "If you leave now, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, go down and join your Buddha!"
