Seeing Zhang Queling's change, the fat monk let out a long sigh and pressed his palms together, his face compassionate and benevolent.
"Even my Buddha has a Vajra's wrathful gaze—everyone, exorcise the demon!"
Forty or fifty martial artists gritted their teeth and shouted unevenly, but the first wave of attacks came from all kinds of hidden weapons infused with inner strength.
Iron caltrops, throwing darts, meteoric hammers, flying locust stones...
They came thick and fast, almost enough to bury Zhang Queling alive.
"Die—! Die—! Die—!"
BOOM—!
Zhang Queling released the blood qi around her body, sending the hidden weapons flying back into the crowd.
"Ah!"
"My eyes!"
"Get down!"
Amid a cacophony of shrieks and cries, many people scrambled and rolled aside.
Yet before they could steady their formation, a blood shadow had already shot into the crowd.
Rip—!
The crimson blade-light unfurled like a dragon, sweeping out a fan-shaped arc through the crowd.
The five people within its range, whether second-rank or third-rank, were all churned into minced meat. Only fragments of weapons remained, scattering through the air.
The people on both sides retreated in terror, leaving an opening.
At that moment, Zhang Queling's entire body was shrouded in hazy blood mist, making her original features almost impossible to see.
She hunched over, squeezing air from her chest until it resonated deep in her throat with a beast-like growl.
"Uu—hoo—roar—"
The ground exploded into a crater. The blood shadow shot upward and lunged straight at the mountain of corpses.
"My Buddha is merciful!"
The fat monk's fan-sized palm came pressing down, a golden swastika faintly visible as it rotated in his palm.
"Die—!"
BOOM!
The bloody blade hacked down. The monk's golden-glowing palm was knocked aside, leaving his chest and abdomen wide open.
This time, the fat monk could