"Boom!!!"
A palm slowly pressed directly towards Han Qianqian, and with his eyes closed, Han Qianqian could feel its incomparably powerful aura coming closer and closer to him, so close that Han Qianqian could even feel difficulty breathing and his heart stopping.
But Han Qianqian still chose to sit still and wait.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, everything went silent.
When Han Qianqian opened his eyes, the Buddha's palm did not press down on his body, let alone crush him to pieces, instead, everything was as normal.
Han Qianqian laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" The demon Buddha shouted coldly.
"I'm laughing at the fact that I'm still alive." Han Qianqian said.
"Foolish! You're still alive, but that's because this seat is merciful and unwilling to kill you, an ant." The demon Buddha said in a cold voice.
"How could a demon Buddha be merciful? It's not that you don't kill me, it's that you simply can't kill me." Han Qianqian said.
"All I need to do is flip my Vajra Buddha Palm, and you will surely die... Have you not seen my power just now?" The demon Buddha said.
"Is that so? Then don't be merciful well, beat me to death." Han Qianqian smiled confidently.
"Arrogant, you think this throne wouldn't dare?" The demon Buddha bellowed.
"Yes, you just don't dare." Han Qianqian laughed.
The demon Buddha violently opened his eyes, and a golden light shot out directly from his eyes, directly attacking Han Qianqian.
Boom!!!
The Buddha's light was ten thousand feet long, and the golden light shone so brightly that even when it was far away from Han Qianqian, Han Qianqian could feel the extremely powerful oppression, the kind of oppression that caused people to feel panic and even despair.
This was absolute power suppression!
"What's the point of making so much noise? Do you think that I will be afraid of you?" Han Qianqian did not panic and shouted loudly.
"Brush!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, just as Han Qianqian shouted loudly and remained motionless, the golden light turned violently away when it was less than half a metre away from Han Qianqian, and immediately afterwards, it exploded elsewhere with a bang.
The entire ground, too, trembled with a loud bang from the explosion.
"Why did it suddenly deflect? Did you have mercy again, or, did you simply not dare to hit me for fear of missing?" Han Qianqian chuckled.
A hint of panic flashed in the demon Buddha's eyes as he forced himself to calm down and said, "This seat ...... this seat is naturally because of compassion, because, this seat is a Buddha."
"At this point, do you want to continue pretending?" Han Qianqian shook his head.
The demon Buddha froze, and after a moment, he said in a cold voice, "How did you detect this?"
"From the time you kept bringing up the Pan Gu Axe and my certain death." Han Qianqian laughed coldly.
In fact, Han Qianqian did panic when the Pan Gu Axe was shattered, and it was no exaggeration to say that at that time, Han Qianqian even felt a true fear and dread of death. This was something that really must not be seen much in Han Qianqian.
But with that later roar of the Demon Buddha's Pan Gu Axe being turned into pieces, Han Qianqian was first startled, but then he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
If it was an ordinary weapon, it would be fine if it shattered against his Vajra Buddha Palm, but how could the Pan Gu Axe, being the king of all weapons, be crushed by an ordinary Buddha Palm?
Unless, the Demon Buddha's cultivation had simply reached an almost perverse level, and could even kill Han for hundreds of billions of rounds in seconds, but did such a person exist in the Eight Wastelands world?
No way!
And even if it did, would the Pan Gu Axe break so easily?
So there was only one impossibility, what one was holding was not the real Pan Gu Axe.
The Pan Gu Axe was the one that he had claimed, so it was impossible for Han Qianqian to not be able to hold the real Pan Gu Axe, so there was only one explanation, and that was that this was an illusion.
It was his own spirit that had entered an illusionary realm, so he could not feel the presence of his own energy.
Coupled with the fact that Demon Buddha always added emphasis to some particularly crucial words, Han Qianqian suddenly felt that it was actually a kind of psychological implication.
It seemed that he had been telling himself that if he was hit by the Vajra Buddha Palm, he would definitely die.
Therefore, he had been too exhausted to think carefully about it.
When he had thought this through, Han Qianqian decided that he would have to take his Vajra Buddha Palm hard.
From the beginning to the end, the demon Buddha was bluffing, he would only create all sorts of illusions to make him look extremely powerful, and then let his mind and spirit collapse through constant hints.
Han Qianqian also believed that if his own spirit collapsed, he would never be able to return to his physical body either.
As for his physical strength crumbling extremely quickly, Han Qianqian also believed that it was in no way due to the Demon Buddha's influence, but most likely because his own physical body was being destroyed.
The demon Buddha's face twisted as he stared at Han Qianqian with a deadly stare.
Everything he thought he was clever about was guessed by Han Qianqian.
"This is the second time, I've never been able to win against you. Fate begins and fate ends."
When the demon Buddha finished speaking, he folded his hands and immediately afterwards, the golden light dimmed and his entire figure slowly dissipated, and eventually, everything returned to nothing, leaving Han Qianqian alone.
Han Qianqian's brow was furrowed, the whole person was a little overwhelmed by the Demon Buddha's last words, what did he mean by a second time? He had never seen him before, so how could it be the second time?
And what exactly did he mean by that?
But at that moment, Han Qianqian suddenly sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly sat down in place.