Ming'e had already learned from Mingjing and several Qianyin Temple monks' messages that Lu Xiaotian had done little harm at the temple and had instead saved quite a few of its monks.
But in Ming'e's eyes, stealing a Buddhist treasure was an even graver crime. Even if Lu Xiaotian hadn't taken any lives, he still had to be captured first and dealt with later.
"The calamity at Qianyin Temple was all because of you. Come on!" Anger rose in Lu Xiaotian's heart, and he answered coldly.
"Big words!" Ming'e's voice cracked like thunder. The colossal thunder-wreathed Buddha, seated amid an angry sea, its shoulders towering above the clouds, clasped its hands at his furious shout. Then it abruptly swung a palm toward Lu Xiaotian's blood domain. Within the domain, a hundred beasts roared in chorus. Even under the crushing force of the boundless lightning, it still stretched more than a hundred li in every direction. But when the thunder Buddha's palm came down, it covered the entire blood prison.
A trace of killing intent flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He raised a hand, and a foot-long, nine-ringed, multicolored wooden needle appeared in his palm. Beside the towering thunder Buddha, it was finer than a hair.
Yet as the thunder Buddha's palm descended, a tiny vortex formed at the tip of the nine-ringed wooden needle in Lu Xiaotian's hand. The boundless lightning poured into it. Compared with the thunder Buddha, the vortex was so small as to be negligible, yet it seemed like a bottomless pit, drawing in all the lightning across the sky. This Nine-Ring Lightning-Attracting Needle had originally been prepared by the Fire Cloud Monster to face the tribulation of ascension to immortality. Using it to absorb the lightning arts of an Integrated Body cultivator was hardly more than