"Amitabha. My vigil here for more than a month has not been in vain. Benefactor Lu, you have finally come out." A monk in a kasaya smiled faintly at Lu Yang.
Lu Yang felt as if lightning had struck him, his insides burning. He had no time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before he immediately unleashed his movement technique and fled into the distance.
In the next instant, the surrounding space solidified. Lu Yang moved as if wading through a swamp, his speed drastically reduced.
A flash of light streaked through the void, and the monk appeared before him once more.
"You're Demon Buddha Hanguang!" Lu Yang gritted out.
Besides Demon Buddha Hanguang, who guarded Demon Light City, Lu Yang couldn't imagine any Buddhist capable of bringing him to this state with a single strike on the Demon Buddha Plain!
"Amitabha. That is indeed this humble monk." Hanguang smiled faintly and gave Lu Yang a Buddhist salute. "A Peak King before the age of fifty. This humble monk falls short. What a pity."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a dazzling golden Buddha palm descended once more.
Lu Yang's heart tightened.
Just now, the other man had struck him with a single palm, gravely injuring him through his Frost-Defying armor.
And that was despite Lu Yang's cultivation having advanced again, with his qi and blood and physical strength increased by thirty percent.
Had this happened several months ago, that one strike alone would have left him unable to move.
"A true Venerable-tier powerhouse really is beyond what I can contend with right now." Lu Yang felt bitter.
Back then, he had defeated [Blood Soul Demon Lord] only because everything had worked in his favor.
If [Blood Soul Demon Lord] hadn't still been recovering,