The Marvelous Uses of Faith

Without a moment's hesitation, Bai Yang shielded Little Cat and the others behind him, then turned toward the source of the voice.

The figure who appeared in Bai Yang's sight was an old man dressed in a purple robe. His hair was snow-white, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. Though ancient, his eyes were terrifyingly deep. He was nothing less than a monster on the verge of dying.

Bai Yang's heart sank. The newcomer not only carried an overwhelming murderous intent, but also put a crushing pressure on him. It was almost no different from facing the Azure Wolf King back then.

"Who are you?" Bai Yang asked in a low voice.

The old man's purple robe snapped in the wind. He glared at Bai Yang with a ferocious expression; his aged face looked hideous. Opening his mouth to reveal only two remaining teeth, he rasped, "I'm the man who'll kill you. You took my grandson's life—now you'll pay for it! Bai Yang, die!"

The old man was swift and decisive. He attacked even as he spoke, thrusting out a right hand like a chicken's claw and striking toward Bai Yang from afar.

Boom!

The void hummed as a gigantic purple hand appeared in the sky, glowing with purple radiance. It bore down on Bai Yang with the might of the blazing sun. Wherever it passed, even the void was struck into a solid purple mass!

Golden radiance surged as Bai Yang immediately summoned the Eighth-grade Merit Golden Lotus to shelter everyone beneath it. He wasn't particularly afraid of his opponent, but he feared the shock waves might catch Little Cat and the others in the crossfire.

Once the Eighth-grade Merit Golden Lotus had protected Little Cat and the others, Bai Yang's gaze turned cold. With