Above Seal City, Jiang Li slowly rose to his feet.
Two monks, one old and one young, were approaching at an unhurried pace.
The old monk was at the second grade, but to Jiang Li as he was now, that hardly mattered.
The young monk, however, revealed no hint of his strength. Even Jiang Li could not gauge his depths.
By the simplest process of elimination, the danger he vaguely sensed most likely came from that young monk.
An arrogant smile curved Jiang Li's lips. He stood where he was with his hands behind his back, gazing at the young monk from afar.
The two soon arrived above Seal City. Some of the Rakshasa Country citizens inside the city looked at the newcomers in fear, but none recognized the two monks.
Only one elderly man showed an expression of disbelief.
He hurried back to his room, opened a hidden door and a safe, and found a single ancient portrait inside.
It was an artifact passed down through his family, and one of the few authentic works left in Rakshasa Country.
In the portrait, a monk led countless troops against a Beast Army. The monk stood eight feet tall, with a dragon coiled around his body and an elephant beneath his feet.
The monk's features bore a striking resemblance to those of the young monk.
"The newcomer is actually a descendant of that Buddha!"
"He's the Holy Buddha's son! Our Rakshasa Country is saved!"
The old monk was beside himself with excitement. Gazing at the monk in the portrait, he hurriedly knelt and prayed with his hands held in a Buddhist salute.
Jiang Li knew nothing of this. The moment the two monks came within a thousand meters of him, he acted.
In the next instant, immense mental power swept