Wang Lingguan had fallen.
Until his death, he couldn't believe he would die at Flowing Sand River, by Sha Chen's hand.
Meanwhile, when Emperor Zhenwu swung the Sword of Exorcising Evil at Sha Chen's arm, it seemed as though it would sever it.
But it failed.
The Sword of Exorcising Evil struck that arm only to emit a sound akin to metal clashing against metal, not harming Sha Chen in the slightest. Instead, it left behind some white marks.
HISS.
Emperor Zhenwu gasped in shock and horror, his face a picture of stupor.
Once again, Sha Chen struck out with a palm, scattering the myriad immortals and buddhas, crushing seventy to eighty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, and terrorizing over a hundred thousand more.
In fact, the side of Buddhism was not made up of just the Eighteen Arhats; there were numerous monks who heeded the Arhats' command. They too were struck dead by Sha Chen's slap.
