As the finger pointed out, a golden light descended from the heavens, clashing directly with Fang Lin's fist.
At that moment, everyone around felt as if the world had plunged into silence, with not a single sound to be heard.
Then, they saw Fang Lin stagger backward, his aura slightly disordered, while Buddha Daqian remained seated on the lotus platform, his expression composed as ever.
Fang Lin furrowed his brows, lifting his gaze toward Buddha Daqian. Though his face betrayed nothing, his heart was filled with astonishment.
In that brief exchange, Fang Lin had gained no advantage whatsoever, even being suppressed by the force of Buddha Daqian's single strike.
This was something Fang Lin had not expected. That punch had been his full strength, a complete outpouring of his ten-part power, yet even so, he could not match the might of Buddha Daqian's single finger.
