"Amitabha. Then let this old monk experience your divine abilities, benefactor!"
Monk Kong Xuan pressed his palms together. He was plainly withered and thin, yet his voice rang like a great bell. Then his thumb shifted slightly, turning the Prayer Beads in his hands, and an ever-stronger aura burst forth from his body.
After Lin Xuan successfully condensed his Demon Core, his strength had risen to another level. Though he believed that in single combat, he might not necessarily fear a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, he would not look down on one in the slightest either.
The other party was the head of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's Arhat Hall, a great cultivator who had made his name centuries ago.
He immediately formed hand seals with both hands. The Azure Fire Sword flashed, and countless sword shadows transformed from it, like raging tides of the sea, sweeping wildly toward his opponent.
"Amitabha. A sin, a sin. Benefactor, your divine abilities do indeed surpass those of ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators. But if you think that is enough to contend with this old monk, you are far too foolish."
Facing the Sword Qi that filled the sky, Kong Xuan neither dodged nor evaded. His whole mind remained fixed only on chanting the Buddha's name.
Lin Xuan's pupils could not help narrowing slightly. He did not believe the other party was merely acting arrogant. Could it be...
Though he had a guess in his heart, once a move was unleashed, Lin Xuan would not hesitate or hold back in the slightest. He clasped his hands, and the Azure Fire Sword grew increasingly dazzling, slashing viciously toward the other party's head.
Because the attack was too fierce, even the air warped slightly. At last, a trace of horror appeared in Monk