“So, a Golden Lokapāla One,” Yang Qi said. “That’s quite a powerful constitution. I had no idea there were buddhist disciples among you seventy-two brethren.” After looking for a moment at this young patriarch who could stand up to the torment of hell, Yang Qi reached out and tapped his forehead.

Crack! Snap!

The patriarch’s energy arts were wiped out of existence and the golden glow which had surrounded him vanished. A moment later, he was squealing in pain.

“You destroyed my energy arts?! You took away my Lokapāla Prajñā Safeguard Technique? Mercy! Please, don’t beat me. Spare me!”

The Golden Lokapāla One couldn’t handle the pain now, and immediately began begging Yang Qi for mercy. He was completely and utterly subdued.

Yang Qi sent sagelight into him, making him the last of the group to convert and become a believer.

RUMBLE!

All seventy-one of the patriarchs now exercised faith in Yang Qi. As a result, a vortex of faith appeared around Yang Qi’s immortal-slaying...