Amitabha!
As the Buddhist invocation left his lips, a solemn yet gentle radiance seemed to blossom around Liuyun.
Even a ferocious final boss like Ouyang Feng was momentarily intimidated by the Bodhi Buddha Light emanating from him and failed to strike him down immediately.
Perhaps feeling that he should not make things too difficult for a true eminent monk so detached from worldly affairs, Ouyang Feng actually stopped subconsciously. Frowning, he barked, "Move aside!"
"Benefactor." Not only did Liuyun refuse to move, he calmly said, "Do not exhaust every advantage, do not say every word, do not enjoy every blessing, do not enforce every rule to the limit. When everything is taken to the extreme, fate is bound to end early."
"Since the Nine Yin Manual is not fated to be yours, why must you force the matter?"
"Why not heed this monk's advice, take a step back, and leave yourself some room?"
"What utter nonsense!" Ouyang Feng remained unmoved. "All my life, I have pursued the pinnacle of martial arts. For martial arts, I lost my family, lost my sister-in-law, and now even my son has died a violent death. There is no retreat left for me!"
"No one can stop me from obtaining the Nine Yin Manual!"
Ouyang Feng's tone had initially remained relatively calm, but as he spoke, he could not help growing agitated. By the end, it had become a hysterical roar. "Since you refuse to move aside, then go die!"
Amid his roar, Ouyang Feng's Killing Intent erupted once more. He swung his staff fiercely, tracing a serpentine arc before him as it stabbed toward Liuyun's face.
At the same time, the other Little Golden Snake hidden within his snake staff poked out its head, flicking its tongue as it prepared to deliver a fatal