The Pinnacle Of Life

“What kind of power is this?”

The sect master’s heart was shattered as overwhelming binding force rippled from the Martello Celia, encircling it with a slew of rules. Her face changed dramatically, the seal between her brows shone brightly, and the evil Buddha behind her roared angrily and struggled violently.

When she saw the hammer about to fall on her, she seemed to see herself being smashed into pulp but how could that be?

The Martello Celia had been in her hands for a long time, and she was intimately acquainted with it… There had never been a more terrifying moment than this!

Poof!

The sect master bit through the tip of her tongue and spit blood into her mouth. She stiffly broke free of her bonds before the hammer landed on her body, utilizing her full potential at the cost of self-inflicted injuries.

Boom!

A loud noise could be heard.

the tough sealing platform…The formations were all

attack this time, she had been injured. What silenced those around

was a bizarre scene, to say the

of the Rakshasa Temple’s six ancient sects, transformed into a shelled flesh body, standing in front of the crowd in white.

“Sect master, sect master..!”

clothes,” someone

down, her clothes strewn on the floor. She was

100,000 years. The world is changing so quickly. Have

not weak! It’s my

“Again!”

ball, enveloping the sect master’s body. It was more powerful than before. The sect master felt herself being sucked by a strong force

it. Grandpa Hammer missed his first punch, so his second one was to save face. He was much more serious

“Ah..!”

right away! This woman must

Sword Sect’s leader, Jeremy, to

with his own eyes the sorry state his sect master was in, and the Martello

foolish to step forward at