The besieged monk saw someone come to his aid, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes before it turned into resolve.
He forcibly drew a breath, circulated the mana within his body, and unleashed a powerful Buddhist School divine ability, forcibly enveloping the two of them and sharing Killing Monk's burden.
Killing Monk said nothing. His figure darted back and forth among the several Evil Monks, while the Crescent Shovel turned into streaks of afterimages. Every move was deadly and vicious beyond measure.
The combat skills he had honed on the brink of life and death over the years were displayed to perfection at this moment.
His Martial Dao true essence, combined with the Crescent Shovel's sharpness, allowed him to withstand several Profound Immortal- and Golden Immortal-level Evil Monks head-on while at the Profound Martial Artist realm, without falling behind!
In particular, his relentless ferocity and willingness to stake his life against his opponents left these pampered Evil Monks, who were unskilled in close combat, trembling with fear.
"He's a Martial Dao cultivator! Keep your distance. Don't let him get close!" one of the well-informed Evil Monks shouted.
After Emperor Ming spread the teachings, and after dozens of generations passed them down, the Martial Dao had long since become an indispensable part of the Great Wilderness's development.
Although these Evil Monks lived in a remote corner, they still knew how powerful Martial Dao cultivators were.
Compared with the Immortal Dao, the Martial Dao was much simpler.
It also lacked so many bizarre Divine Abilities and Spell Techniques.
But there was one thing they absolutely had to remember: they must never engage a Martial Dao cultivator in close combat, except for those from the few traditions that cultivated both the physical body and the Nascent Soul.
Other cultivators generally