As soon as these words left his mouth, his fingers jerked back, and the red threads quivered in unison.

Then, the sound of something breaking echoed crystal-clear throughout the field. It reverberated especially loudly in the Wrathful Vajra's ears. He looked down to see a hand fall to the ground for no apparent reason. What followed was like a chain reaction: The flesh of his thighs split, his four arms snapped off, and red cuts appeared all over his Golden Body. Even on his thick neck, cracks large enough to fit a hand in them appeared and started expanding.

An overwhelming amount of fortified qi erupted from inside him. He could not stop it; the domineering qi escaped his body like floodwater rushing over a collapsed dam.

"How…"

The Wrathful Vajra struggled to speak, but his face resembled a broken porcelain piece. Covered in fissures, it refused to let him utter a complete sentence.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he replayed the battle over and over. Every move Luo Chen had made, whether for defense or offense… All the palm, fist, and finger attacks; all the flicks, slaps, hooks, and smashes; all the elbow strikes, knee strikes, and kicks… Every...