"There can't be...a fourth holy sign, right?"

"It's impossible, that's too perverted."

As if to confirm their speculation, a thousand-foot-tall golden body rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, looking down at the earth beneath his feet like a giant spirit king.

The holy image of the Immovable King.

Fudo Mingwang's Holy Aspect, which can also be called Zhang Ruochen's natal Holy Aspect, looks exactly the same as his real body, and the aura it exudes is comparable to the sword-shaped Swordsman's Holy Aspect, the dragon-elephant-shaped palm's Holy Aspect, and the Holy River.

The holy form of boxing is even more powerful.

The Holy Image of Fudo Myoyo stretched out a big golden hand, like the hand seal of a god or Buddha, and directly grabbed the flying dragon.

"Boom."

Fudo Mingou Shengxiang strode forward, walked up to the giant azure turtle, and punched him, easily knocking the giant azure turtle into the ground.

Xian Gongming was so frightened that he raised his head. He saw the holy image of King Fudo Ming standing in front of him, staring at him like an ant.

A duel between saints is not a physical confrontation.
Chapter completed!