Lu Xiaotian shot through the air, only to meet a middle-aged monk whose beard stood on end like steel needles and whose eyes blazed with the wrath of a Vajra. Lightning flickered in his eyes. The other monk was as thin as a bamboo pole, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him away, yet the threat he posed to Lu Xiaotian was no less than that of the Vajra-eyed monk.
The two sides were barely a hundred miles apart, close enough to see each other.
"What manner of demon are you? Did you think you could come and go from Thousand Sound Temple as you pleased? Take this staff from me!" The Vajra-eyed middle-aged monk saw Lu Xiaotian and opened his eyes even wider. His eyes, already larger than an ordinary person's, now looked like a pair of bronze bells. Lu Xiaotian still looked like Wu Nian, but Thousand Sound Temple was in dire straits, and everyone else was still inside the temple-protecting formation. What ordinary Buddhist disciple would leave at a time like this? Besides, Lu Xiaotian's aura had clearly reached the Integrated Body Realm. He had even less reason to leave now.
The Vajra-eyed middle-aged monk beckoned with both hands, and a dark cyan staff wreathed in faint lightning appeared in his grasp. He swung it through the air, and a series of thunderclaps crashed down as if from the Ninth Heaven, bringing rolling thunderclouds with them as they struck at Lu Xiaotian.
From the sky to the ground, thunder rumbled everywhere. The lightning came with tremendous speed, carrying an intensely violent aura. Even Lu Xiaotian felt as if there were nowhere to dodge. Another mid-stage Integrated Body cultivator—and two of them had appeared at once.
Lu Xiaotian was inwardly astonished. As expected of the