"I've long heard that the Eastern Pill Saint's attainments in Buddhist techniques are extraordinary as well. Today, I'll finally have the chance to witness them for myself."
Seeing the imposing aura Lu Xiaotian displayed when he attacked, Nie Long Motuo was cautious, yet as a powerhouse, he also felt the thrill of encountering a worthy opponent.
He had experienced countless battles, large and small, throughout his life. He had fought opponents like Chen Fufeng, whose strength was roughly equal to his, and had even encountered those somewhat stronger than himself. But very few had ever managed to arouse his interest.
The pure and majestic Buddhist aura Lu Xiaotian revealed with every move inevitably gave Nie Long Motuo the feeling of having his horizons broadened.
Although he was both demonic and Buddhist, he possessed an extraordinary fondness for Buddhist inheritances.
Lu Xiaotian struck out with a palm. Within his palm seemed to gather the images of seven towers, while behind him, seven different figures seemed to flicker.
The vast Buddhist chanting came rolling in. By then, great waves of Voidrending Beasts had already surged over, but Nie Long Motuo and Lu Xiaotian both acted as though they had heard nothing.
The Voidrending Beast horde was terrifying because it was endless. Its greater threat was directed at immortal army formations, since ordinary immortal troops ultimately had limited speed.
For powerhouses at their level, so long as they were not trapped beneath an endless barrage of attacks, once they decided to leave, it would be difficult for the horde to stop them unless they were caught in some special dead end that restrained all their abilities.
Beneath the surging Buddhist chanting, the beast horde flooding the surroundings was directly shaken to death on the spot. An invisible field of force formed between the