The Sound of the Clear Wind Bell
Faced with this sword, the Eight-Armed Great Buddha had nowhere to evade and had to endure the blow head-on. He was injured. This was the first time he had been wounded since the destruction of the Snow Clan a thousand years ago.
"Within the Six Realms, aside from that freak Arthur, there's actually someone who can hurt me," he remarked. "This feeling is truly a long-lost experience!"
The Eight-Armed Great Buddha laughed heartily towards the sky, his expression benevolent like a Bodhisattva, but his demeanor suddenly shifted, transforming into an angry and fierce deity.
"I am the Light Buddha, illuminating all beings! You dare to slay a Buddha? You must be punished!"
In an instant, the severed arm of the Eight-Armed Great Buddha erupted with terrifying light, forming a massive swastika that descended upon Feng Ruoxue with unmatched force.