True Monarch Pu Du still maintained his position of holding the scroll with both hands, motionless, but a layer of milky white light spread out, blocking the boy's fist.
Li Zhiyuan was not surprised by this, because the black and white here, on the surface, seemed like the pollution and cleansing of merit, but in reality, it was a power struggle between True Monarch Pu Du and Sun Baishen.
The boy had not practiced martial arts, so his punch was not inherently powerful, but the Karmic Fire attached to his fist was burning against the white light barrier stopping him.
True Monarch Pu Du: "Do you know what you're doing?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Of course I do."
True Monarch Pu Du: "Consider the consequences."
Li Zhiyuan: "One more like you won't make a difference."
True Monarch Pu Du: "Turn back before it's too late."
Li Zhiyuan: "I don't believe in Buddha, and I certainly won't trust you."
