Abbot Xinji rose with prayer beads in hand and came to the doors of the main hall. Before him lay a scene of hell on earth, and at the far end of his vision stood General Duercha, holding the One-Legged Copper Man.
"Amitabha Buddha."
With a step, Abbot Xinji drifted forward like a willow leaf in the breeze, crossing several hundred zhang in just a few breaths.
"Hmph!"
Duercha snorted coldly. A bolt of lightning split down from the sky and coiled around the One-Legged Copper Man in his right hand as he swung it out with thunder and hurricane winds.
Bang!
The Golden Palm struck the One-Legged Copper Man with a muffled boom, jolting both the Shaolin disciples and the Iron Wolf Soldiers present. The slaughter inevitably paused for several breaths.
The dark clouds overhead dispersed, allowing sunlight to spill down.
After that brief deadlock, Abbot Xinji retreated several zhang, a flush appearing on his face. Duercha, meanwhile, took only three steps back.
"Your Great Strength Vajra Palm truly is extraordinary."
Clouds gathered overhead once more. Wild winds howled, and raindrops began to fall.
This was a half-step Exterior stage, where one's inner and outer worlds had begun to merge. Every movement could affect the weather.
The gathering clouds, rumbling thunder, fierce winds, and falling rain were all phenomena caused by Duercha alone.
"Unfortunately, you're old..."
Duercha's voice rang out from the heart of the churning wind and clouds.
Lightning streaked across the heavens, illuminating the earth.
"Amitabha Buddha. To lead beasts to devour men is the conduct of beasts. Benefactor, why not lay down your butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot?" Xinji's voice was old and deep.
Even as he spoke, the two clashed again. Violent winds burst outward, leaving the armored soldiers around them