"Martial Uncle?" Dharma Master Tongyan asked in disbelief as he vomited blood.
Yet Dharma Master Guiyin ignored him, instead staring at Lu Zheng in shock.
"A true dragon treasure blade?" Dharma Master Guiyin said gravely. "How do you have a Dragon Clan treasure as well?"
The next moment, Lu Zheng swung his saber, and a suit of glittering golden armor covered his body. A great cloak fluttering in the wind appeared behind him as well.
Cyan Dragon Devouring Sky Blade!
Golden Dragon Condensed Light Armor! Azure Dragon Sky-Coiling Cloak! In the blink of an eye, Lu Zheng had transformed from a refined scholar into a majestic general.
Dharma Master Guiyin's pupils contracted sharply.
"I just watched Zen Master Hui Jue and Dharma Master Dahuo fight, and my hands were already itching. Then you delivered yourself right to my door."
Lu Zheng sneered. "Dharma Master Dahuo lasted nearly three days beneath Zen Master Hui Jue's hands. I wonder how long you can last beneath mine?"
Dharma Master Guiyin looked at Lu Zheng, clad head to toe in true dragon armor and wielding a saber, then at the dense Peach Blossom Evil blanketing all directions, and finally at Liu Qingyan and Du YueYao, who had yet to make a move.
"Amitabha!"
Dharma Master Guiyin pressed his palms together and bowed.
"This poor monk was moved by lustful greed and deserves to die today. But my martial nephew is innocent. I beg you, benefactor, to let him leave. This poor monk is willing to submit and be bound, and will offer no resistance."
"Martial Uncle!?" Dharma Master Tongyan could not help looking at Dharma Master Guiyin.
Dharma Master Guiyin continued, "This matter was this poor monk's fault. When Tongyan returns west, he will willingly cultivate himself and temper his nature, never again setting