Like the many monks of Little Western Sky, Monk Hui Zhen was no proper ascetic. At the mere mention of battle, he became exceptionally excited.
Unlike Ling Tian, who harbored grand ambitions and regarded battle as the best means of improving himself, Monk Hui Zhen simply loved fighting for its own sake.
They looked similar, but in truth, they were not the same kind of people.
Yet Qin Lie's words did not frighten anyone. On the contrary, everyone, Ye Xiwen included, wore eager expressions. Emperor Clan Ji—what an imposing name. There must have been countless geniuses in that clan. Defeating people like that ought to feel even better.
"Fine, you lot, hahaha. But that's true enough—Emperor Clan Ji, hahahaha!" Qin Lie could not help laughing.
Suddenly, at that very moment, a powerful ferocious bird swept toward them. Its mountain-sized body flashed past in an instant.
It was a mighty bird covered in bright yellow feathers, each strand of plumage crackling like lightning.
"It's a Lightning Bird, a powerful ferocious bird with divinity!" Qin Lie said.
This Lightning Bird had only just attained the Dao and was at the height of its savage ferocity. Sensing the surging vitality and blood of the group, it had actually entertained the wild notion of swallowing them all.
Such innately powerful ferocious beasts did not necessarily possess much intelligence. Or perhaps it had simply mistaken them for soft persimmons, easy to squeeze.
"Hahaha, leave this one to me. I'm still short a Protector of the Dharma Heavenly Dragon, so I'll subdue it!" Monk Hui Zhen burst into laughter and stepped forward. Golden Buddha light poured from his body, and his Dharma form was solemn and dignified. At a glance, he truly carried something of an otherworldly master's bearing.
Buddhism spoke of the Eight Divisions Heavenly