“You will die in the hands of your co-conspirator, Joy Bodhisattva! And you bastards will meet a miserable end eventually, Taiping cultist!”0

Ji Donglei let out a maddened roar, “I will take you to the grave with me if it’s the last thing I do!”0

As he spoke, Ji Donglei charged toward Joy Bodhisattva. Veins were popping across his skin as if he was clenching his entire body, and a terrible, destructive aura was washing out of him.0

“Is he going to detonate his primordial spirit?!”0

Ye Qing was stunned. A Grandmaster was someone who had forged a bridge between the inner world within them and the outer world beyond them, and a primordial spirit was a Yin God that had been baptized by origin energy. To detonate one’s primordial spirit was no different from detonating one’s cultivation, martial intent, insight into the world and everything, and usually, the resulting explosion was potent enough to kill everything within a certain range. It was terrifying to say the least.0

Rumble!0

The next moment, a terrific explosion...0