"Invite Master Liao Yun out of seclusion to subdue the demon!"
The monks' voices boomed with incomparable strength, like the tremor of an ancient bell, resounding in all directions.
Master Liao Yun's expression was solemn. He lowered his head slightly, and his deep eyes swept toward Ding Ling, as though an ancient God/Celestial were looking down upon a mortal. His gaze carried an innate disdain and an ethereal air.
If an ordinary person were watched by those eyes, they would surely feel as though struck by lightning, their soul trembling.
Even someone like Zhang Fei would not dare stare into the other man's eyes for long. It was as though his eyes contained a kind of demonic power that bewitched the mind, causing people to unconsciously develop a devout feeling of submission and worship toward him.
"Demonic monk!"
That was Zhang Fei's assessment.
Zhang Fei had heard of Master Liao Yun's reputation. He was an elder-level expert of the Mingwang Buddhist Sect on Heavenly Fierce Mountain!
His strength was extremely formidable.
Zhang Fei was no match for him. However, he had complete confidence in Ding Ling!
Ding Ling had casually killed a Buddhist School true disciple. Dealing with Master Liao Yun would surely be as easy as lifting a finger.
Master Liao Yun seemed to understand this as well. He did not attack directly. Instead, he formed hand seals with both hands. In an instant, flower petals flew out from his palms and shot toward the higher temples.
Before long.
One ancient-Buddha-like monk after another emerged from the higher temples.
They looked toward Master Liao Yun.
Master Liao Yun pressed his palms together, recited "Amitabha," and then said:
"A demon has come to invade us. I hope all the elders will lend me their strength!"
"For Master Liao Yun, the