At times, he used Lingbo Weibu to evade, making every attack fall on empty air.
The entire battle had become a one-sided display of domination and mockery.
After dozens of exchanges, the mad monk was panting like an ox, his movements growing slower and slower.
Lin Xuan lightly planted a palm on his back. A burst of true energy sealed several major acupoints, and the mad monk staggered to the ground.
Master Kurong finally came to his senses.
He saw that Lin Xuan's techniques were exquisite, yet he had no intent to kill. Clearly, he was only trying to help them subdue the man.
A flicker of gratitude and resolve crossed his eyes, and he immediately called to the monks behind him:
"Form the formation and help this benefactor capture him!"
The monks snapped out of their daze and hastily agreed. Each took a golden rope from his robes, then spread out again.
Seeing the opening while Lin Xuan held the mad monk at bay, Master Kurong gave a low shout. "Move!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Several Bodhi Ropes shot out from all directions like golden serpents come to life, wrapping around the mad monk's limbs and torso with pinpoint accuracy.
With his Internal Energy sealed, the mad monk could no longer struggle. All he could do was let out an unwilling growl.
At last, the heart-stopping battle came to an end.
Silence returned to the river valley, broken only by the group's heavy breathing.
Master Kurong straightened his slightly disheveled monk's robes, walked over to Lin Xuan, and pressed his palms together in a deep bow, his expression utterly solemn.
"Amitabha. I am Kurong of Tianlong Temple. Many thanks, benefactor, for your intervention. Without you, the consequences would have been unthinkable. May I ask your esteemed name?"
Lin Xuan stood