"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist invocation rang out beside the two of them, followed by a figure passing through Heaven Sword Mountain's defenses and landing lightly not far away.
"Having just arrived at Heaven Sword Mountain, I heard an old daoist speaking ill of this poor monk."
Dongyang Zi could not help but laugh. "Could it be that you monks are not impatient by nature?"
"Amitabha! Of course I am not impatient!"
The newcomer was a gaunt monk who looked seventy or eighty years old, with dark skin, an aged, wrinkled face, and a sparse goatee.
It was none other than Zen Master Benhong, ancestor of the Great Vajra Temple.
Zen Master Benhong said, "If this monk were impatient, I would not have come here now. I would have gone straight to Jade Truth Temple in Tu Province."
Wise Sword Divine Lord could not help smacking his forehead. "I never should have told you about Profound Devil Master's origins!"
Zen Master Benhong nodded. "A pity you already did. Come on, let's go!"
Wise Sword Divine Lord: _? Dongyang Zi: w(°o°)w "Go where? Everyone isn't here yet!" Dongyang Zi nearly threw the chess piece in his hand.
Zen Master Benhong raised a brow, his goatee beneath his chin twitching upward. "Everyone isn't here yet? To deal with a mere Descended Heavenly Devil, are the three of us not enough? Dongyang, you bull-nosed daoist, when did you become so timid?"
This time, Dongyang Zi really did throw the chess piece in his hand. It turned into an afterimage, flying straight at Zen Master Benhong's face along a trajectory too swift to see.
"My..."
Wise Sword Divine Lord had only stretched out his hand halfway when the chess piece struck Zen Master Benhong's forehead.
Bang!
With a crisp crack, the chess piece shattered.
"...Spirit Emerald