"Before the Parinirvana of Buddha Shiqing Lei, he left an injunction: None but his successors may enter. Though you cultivate the Buddhist sect's inherited techniques, you are no exception. If you insist on forcing your way in, forgive this humble monk and his companions for our discourtesy," the leading thunder monk said gravely.
"Very well. Then let me see what the Ancient Buddha Shiqing left behind." Lu Xiaotian raised a hand, and seven Demon-Suppressing Towers drifted forward one after another. Though their auras were as imposing as mountains, in Lu Xiaotian's hands they seemed light as a feather.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The leading giant thunder monk sprang forward, swift as lightning. The long staff in his hands, gathered from purple lightning, whistled through the air as he swung it viciously at Lu Xiaotian's head.
As soon as the leading thunder monk attacked, the other seventeen monks moved in succession. Their purple lightning Buddhist staffs swung like eighteen ferocious flood dragons, closing in on the vital points of the four immortals around Lu Xiaotian.
Having made it this far, Lu Xiaotian would not leave empty-handed. At the stir of his divine sense, the seven Demon-Suppressing Towers descended from above and encircled them. No matter how fiercely the eighteen purple lightning staffs attacked from outside, the towers held fast in all seven directions, like reefs in the sea, standing firm amid surging waves.
Thud, thud, thud... One purple lightning staff after another struck the Demon-Suppressing Towers, each blow landing with a muffled boom. The seemingly weighty staffs crackled with lightning, yet left not a single mark on the towers.
Only the immense vibrations made Lu Xiaotian's blood and vital energy churn.
"Such tremendous force. If this continues, I'll be the first to run out of strength." Lu Xiaotian grunted. In his eyes,