"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Dejie pressed his palms together in salute. "Dejie of Fahua Temple greets the Devil Master. A thousand years ago, I had no chance to meet you; today, I am fortunate indeed to behold you."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
To the left and right, two Daoists appeared east and west of Heaven Sword Mountain.
One daoist had white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, and held a Dust Whisk upside down in his hand. He bowed in greeting. "Dongyang Zi of White Cloud Temple greets the Devil Master."
The other daoist looked middle-aged, with black hair and beard, a square face, straight brows, and a stern countenance. He held a jade sword horizontally in his right hand and raised his left palm in greeting. "Lingkun Zi of Red Cloud Temple greets the Devil Master."
Profound Devil Master's expression darkened until water could have dripped from it.
The moment Wise Sword Divine Lord appeared, he knew his plan could no longer succeed. Moreover, he could faintly sense that Wise Sword Divine Lord was not the only expert who had come.
Thus, he had immediately stunned Wise Sword Divine Lord for a moment, intending to seize the chance to flee.
But, naturally, just as he had expected, he could no longer leave.
The monks of Fahua Temple and the Daoists of White Cloud Temple and Red Cloud Temple were all first-rate figures beneath heaven.
And...
Profound Devil Master suddenly raised his head. There were more than four! "Old devil, take this old monk's vajra pestle!"
Directly above him, a dark, gaunt old monk abruptly appeared, gripping a demon-subduing vajra pestle longer than his own height in both hands and smashing it down at his head.
As he descended, the monk seemed to inflate like a balloon. Within a few breaths, he