Boom, boom, boom!
Sword mountains rose from the ground one after another.
The moment the vanguard cultivators of the allied army charged within ten zhang of the sword mountains, their vital essence and spirit were sucked into them, clashing with the inherent sword intent radiating from the sword mountains.
"Amitabha!"
A softly chanted Buddhist title resounded across the battlefield. Following this chant, the people trapped within the sword intent of the sword mountains instantly cleared their minds and struggled free from the peaks.
Hearing the voice, Zhao Yun immediately sat up straight. She could sense from the voice that this person was extraordinary, with a cultivation level definitely not below her own.
A young monk radiating pale golden Buddhist light and wearing a white kasaya walked forward. He held a gilded zen staff in one hand and twirled a string of Five-Colored Glazed Beads with the other. His features were regular, with thick brows like sabers, a high and straight nose bridge, and closed eyes, radiating a serene and peaceful aura throughout his body.
Could this person be Buddha Son Guan Chen of Huasheng Temple?
His appearance is truly extraordinary; he has the bearing of a sect representative, Zhao Yun thought to herself.
The young monk in the white kasaya slowly opened his eyes, revealing a compassionate expression as he said, "The sword!"
"A murderous weapon!"
"It should not exist."
As his voice fell, a vast wave of Buddhist light erupted from his body, sweeping across all directions like ripples on a calm lake.
The pale golden Buddhist light acted like an eraser, erasing the sword mountains before him one by one, leaving no obstacles for the vanguard testers.
This maneuver by Buddha Son Guan Chen of Huasheng Temple was truly brilliant. It reignited the morale of the Southeast Allied