Monk Fazhao

However, Chen Feng could clearly tell that the monk was formidable. Yet after fighting for some time, the mass of red mist seemed even stronger.

From where Chen Feng stood, he could hear the eerie cries of men and women coming from within the red mist, making his scalp tingle.

It was not that there were many people; the voice came from within the red mist and kept changing, making it impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman.

"Hehe, you dare come here seeking death? Today, I, the Red Mountain Old Demon, shall grant your wish!"

A voice rang out from the red mist once more. Then the mist dispersed, revealing a huge head nearly a meter across. Upon closer inspection, it was formed from countless skulls.

It opened its enormous mouth, about to swallow the monk whole. But the monk was no pushover. His kasaya shone with light, covered in flickering runes and incantations, while the heavy Buddhist staff in his hand swept forward in a fierce attack.

Boom!

The two sides collided and were blasted apart. The Red Mountain Old Demon had only retreated slightly, while the monk staggered back seven or eight steps in a row.

"You have entrenched yourself here, yet the Demon Suppression Bureau has not come to deal with you. Unfortunately, I, Fazhao, am no match for you. Even so, this old monk will not let you have an easy time today!"

So this was Monk Fazhao. He suddenly pressed his hands together and chanted under his breath, forming a beam of light that merged into his Buddhist staff.

This time, he swung it down directly.

Monk Fazhao was a hundred years old. He had traveled far and wide, yet had never encountered such a powerful demon. When he