Wish Power Feast

After the kasaya unfolded, it spun through the air and shot out countless golden needles, raining down like a torrential storm toward Luo Hong.

Yet Luo Hong neither dodged nor retreated. With a movement of his spiritual sense, a layer of golden netting rippled out from his body.

The rain-like golden needles were sent flying the moment they touched the golden net, unable to harm Luo Hong in the slightest.

"Calamity-Avoiding Golden Net!"

Zen Master Biyue cried out in alarm.

He clearly had not expected Luo Hong to possess such profound attainments in the Golden Evasion Technique, making him feel even more troubled.

Seeing the Rakshasa Ghost Hand fly close, Zen Master Biyue raised his hand and struck out with a palm, meeting it with the Pure Land Great Hand Seal.

A transparent golden hand condensed into form, its fingers pressed together into a palm as it fiercely pushed forward.

Luo Hong could not help but feel surprised by Zen Master Biyue's confidence. The other man clearly knew he had used a magic treasure, yet he responded with nothing but a divine ability. He was clearly underestimating him somewhat.

Yet judging from his opponent's grave expression, he was obviously extremely wary of him.

The contradiction between the two made Luo Hong suspicious. Could there be something strange about this bald donkey's divine ability?

Though suspicious, it was already too late to withdraw. Luo Hong sharply raised his magic power, increasing the Rakshasa Ghost Hand's might by another thirty percent.

The next moment, the mysterious sect's ghost hand collided with the Buddhist golden palm. Amid a thunderous boom, violent spiritual waves erupted and swept across dozens of li in every direction.

In this exchange, the two proved evenly matched and began struggling against each other in midair.

Luo Hong's face sank,