Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth for dozens of miles around suddenly began to quake violently.
Rattle! Rattle!
Rattle! Rattle!
Deep underground, Zhao Changkong, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation and cultivating his power, furrowed his brow slightly.
Above the underground cave, countless stones and clods of earth broke loose and came crashing down toward his head.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Changkong furrowed his brow. Strands of milky-white true essence surged from his body, forming a wall of astral energy around him.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dirt and stones struck the wall and were instantly ground to dust.
Even so, a little dust drifted through the cramped space and eventually settled on Zhao Changkong's shoulders.
A chill entered Zhao Changkong's eyes, and he looked a little displeased.
Directly above the underground cave, a golden Buddha's shadow suddenly landed.
The newcomer was none other than Monk Jile.
Monk Jile was neither tall nor short, with a plump build and a pair of large ears drooping slightly. Smiling, he stopped and looked around.
Surging Buddhist power poured from him. His brilliant Buddhist radiance raised the temperature all around, whipping up waves of scorching wind through the forest.
The nearby martial artists scattered at the sight, not daring to confront him.
Over the past two days, quite a few martial artists had tried to attack Monk Jile. Yet even teams of seven or eight working together had failed to wound him in the slightest.
And that was while Monk Jile had remained entirely on the defensive, never once taking the initiative to strike.
Now, it was clear that he intended to attack first.
At that moment, no one dared risk provoking him.
Monk Jile made no move to attack. Instead, he pressed his palms together before his chest, smiling with a solemn, dignified air. He