"Esoteric art!"
The white-robed, beautiful monk Xuan Zhuang cried out in alarm and pressed his palms together. A string of snow-white prayer beads wrapped around his hands, spinning rapidly without pause. From each bead shone a light that revealed a Buddha. In an instant, surging Buddhist light enveloped him completely.
The Three Yin Demon Slaying Saber had been shattered by a single strike from Xu Yi. Surprise and terror nearly overwhelmed Han Bing's face, but he still remembered to activate his ceremonial robe's defenses to their utmost. A formation woven from layers of light completely cocooned him.
Clink!
A soft chime rang out. A perfectly round Sword Light swept across the battlefield like rays shooting in every direction.
The Buddhist light around the white-robed monk held up against the Sword Light's force, then shattered in an instant. Xuan Zhuang's face turned deathly pale as he stared blankly at Xu Yi, a monstrous tempest rising in his heart. When did the Western Continent produce such a freak?
Han Bing's top-grade ceremonial robe withstood the Sword Light's edge, then gave a crisp rip like tearing paper and shattered completely. The aftershock sent Han Bing flying. Flesh and blood scattered through the air, and when he hit the ground, he barely managed to control his body before collapsing to one knee.
Not one of the many generals under Han Bing survived even a breath beneath the Sword Light's aftershock. They were sliced apart in an instant, their resources scattering across the ground. Every last wisp of their surging corpse energy was swallowed by Huang Mei.
Huang Mei gorged himself on the feast, savoring every bite, while secretly marveling, "Ever since Empty Void Young Master became Old Demon Kongxu, his bloodlust has grown tremendously. A cause for celebration, a cause for celebration."
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