Duanmu Huai swaggered into the Pure Nian Zen Sect to cause trouble. Naturally, someone had already reported the news to Shi Feixuan along the way, and after discussing it with the masters of the Pure Nian Zen Sect, she decided to come to the mountain gate to welcome him.
In Shi Feixuan's view, Duanmu Huai had come to the Pure Nian Zen Sect for no other reason than to make a name for himself by stepping on them. They might indeed be no match for him in martial arts, but when it came to verbal sparring, she and the eminent monks of the Pure Nian Zen Sect could use all sorts of methods to silence Duanmu Huai in front of the heroes of the world.
What Shi Feixuan had not expected was that Duanmu Huai would be so utterly shameless. He had gone straight for a Dimensional Strike!
"Tathagata is no good person, and you descendants of his are no better!"
Duanmu Huai raised his warhammer and pointed it at Shi Feixuan. A dense killing intent erupted from his body, and in an instant, lightning flashed and thunder boomed all around them, as if Heaven itself were enraged.
"You foreign heretics dare come to the Central Plains to choose an emperor in Heaven's name? You've got some nerve! Where is Ning Daoqi, that scoundrel? Get out here and die with the rest of them!"
Hearing this, Shi Feixuan, Li Shimin, and the wandering martial artists were all shocked. At last, they understood why Duanmu Huai had come to cause trouble for Cihang Monastery and the Pure Nian Zen Sect.
No matter how prosperous Buddhism had become in the Central Plains, at its core it was still an outside religion. Yet now, it had occupied the host's nest and run to