A wind came from the snowy mountains and swept across the square, like a life-demanding talisman. In the blink of an eye, it was about to reap the lives of those fierce-looking monks in the Arhat Formation.
Monk Wuguo frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.
In everyone's eyes, although the three-zhang-tall Vajra had opened its eyes, it was clearly no match for the Arhat Formation formed by the one hundred and eight monks.
Even the Nine Palace Slaughter Formation formed by the nine golden lotuses might not be able to completely destroy the Arhat Formation.
Not even the sect leaders, patriarchs, and elders in the Twelve Towers knew what would happen next.
Would the scholar slay the monk, or would the monk slay the scholar and the girl?
Just as the clang of blades and swords rang in everyone's ears, and blade-light and sword-shadows crisscrossed the sky.
Just as Liu Piaopiao let out an angry roar and transmitted a message to her younger sister, telling her to slay that detestable monk.
Li Dalu lowered his head and sighed softly, muttering in his sleep.
Hearing him, Wang Xian, standing before the sea of clouds, raised his brows and replied coldly, "Senior Brother, this is indulgence, not mercy!"
There were no monks in Li Dalu's eyes, and naturally no Arhat Formation either. He even disregarded the Nine Palace Slaughter Formation.
He merely murmured, "Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life!"
Liu Xian'er was stunned, then replied, "Sir, Brother said that evil must be eradicated to the very root!"
Tang Shisan raised her head and shouted toward the void, "Wang Xian, you must not let the tiger return to the mountain!"
Wang Furong, however, sighed and said, "Wang Xian, we can't let those monks go on harming the Academy!"
From within the Daoist temple, Dongfang