"That damn Blood Buddha, wasn't he sent tumbling off the cliff by my palm strike, damaging his heart meridian? How can he still be alive?"
Fei Qingchen felt that everything had been going wrong lately. Not only was the Empress Statue in Yulong City destroyed, but many elders of the Emperor Palace had been killed by some unknown youngster. Now, even the Blood Buddha, who was supposedly dead, was causing trouble. He was nearly spitting blood in anger.
Years ago, the Blood Buddha killed an early-stage Heavenly Realm Elder of the Emperor Palace. It was a private vendetta, but the Emperor Palace was fiercely protective. Even if the elder was at fault first, it had to be handled internally. How could they tolerate an outsider killing him?
Thus, in his fury, Fei Qingchen gathered all the Heavenly Realm experts from the palace and finally cornered the Blood Buddha at a ten-thousand-foot cliff, striking him with heavy injuries and knocking him off the cliff.
