Wang Ming was hit and sent scrambling everywhere by a suddenly appearing lama using a kite-flying tactic, launching scorching and overbearing palm force from afar. If not for the potency of Horizontal Void Shift, he would have long since been blasted to pieces by the continuous streams of palm force.
With no other choice, Wang Ming could only retreat twenty meters, finally stepping out of the lama's maximum attack range.
It truly opened Wang Ming's eyes; this was the first time he had ever seen someone whose internal energy could leave the body and strike from such a far distance.
Although there were even more formidable forty-meter-long sabers and mountain-moving, dragon-controlling methods in The First Under Heaven, he had never witnessed them with his own eyes! In that world, he had always relied on the advantage of foresight to trade for martial arts. Whenever he had a premonition of a fight, he would immediately find a place to turtle up, only coming out to roam once the winds had calmed and the waves had settled.
After dodging out of the opponent's attack range using Horizontal Void Shift, Wang Ming said, "You don't seem to be an expert of the Vajra Sect of Mongolian Esoteric Buddhism, do you?"
That foreign monk said, "This humble monk is indeed not from the Vajra Sect."
Wang Ming asked with a guess, "What relation do you have to Kumārajīva?"
Startled by this question, that monk said, "How do you know my grand-master's given name?"
Wang Ming did not answer the lama, and instead asked, "Then the martial art you used just now must be the ultimate technique of the Esoteric Nyingma School of the Tufan Kingdom, the Flame Blade?"
The monk said quite calmly, "The Tufan Kingdom is already a thing of the past; let