The thieving bald donkeys looked at one another, but since matters had already reached this point, there had long since been no room to turn back.
Kong Ci gritted his teeth, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes. "Junior Brothers, attack together. We have numbers on our side—we absolutely cannot give him the chance to break us one by one."
"Exactly. As long as we are of one heart, defeat may not necessarily be the end."
"Hmph, what is so impressive about a great cultivator? I refuse to believe this brat has really grown three heads and six arms."
Although fear flashed across the faces of the other old monsters, it was soon replaced by ruthlessness. Now it was either you died or I lived. In any case, they were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators; having made it this far, how could they possibly have seen little of bloody winds and rains?
Immediately, the six stood shoulder to shoulder and each summoned the Dharma Treasures they had painstakingly refined for many years.
Golden light blazed dazzlingly—zen staffs, kasayas, Prayer Beads, all kinds of things...
Lin Xuan, however, still kept his hands clasped behind his back. If all six of them had been Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, victory or defeat truly would still have been hard to say. But aside from Kong Ci, the head of the Discipline Hall, the others were merely early-stage cultivators. It was not that he was overestimating himself; they truly were not enough to look at!
"Amitabha. Benefactor, your sins of killing are too heavy. Today, watch as this old monk subdues demons and eliminates devils, guiding your soul to rebirth in the Western Paradise."
Kong Ci's voice entered his ears. He then stretched out a hand and pointed forward. The great red kasaya swelled