As Qin Jiuge's words fell, One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.
His true body and the two clones beside him moved almost at the same instant.
The surging Lightning Treasure Technique, coupled with the Kunpeng Treasure Technique and the purple-black Lightning Spears in each of their hands, surged forward with a thunderous charge. In the next instant, they once again launched an unprecedented slaughter against Golden Face and Silver Face before them. The sight was utterly electrifying.
Young monk Zhishan had originally wanted to step forward and help, but in the end, he helplessly realized that forget helping—even merely restraining them—
He simply could not do it.
The gap in strength between both sides was simply too vast, so vast that he was already powerless to do anything.
"Why is this little monk here? This little monk should be outside the Demon Suppressing Pagoda.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Young monk Zhishan continued to mutter, as though only by doing so could he feel even slightly better.
With a screech, an ear-piercing sound like metal scraping heavily rang out, followed by the sound of two heavy objects being flung away.
"Not bad, but that is all you have."
The Lightning Spear scraped heavily across the bluestone floor of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, and the scorching stench of charred blackness rose in waves. From this alone, Qin Jiuge's prowess was plain to see.
Golden Face and Silver Face, standing before him, had suffered quite a few injuries.
"Not bad, but if this is all you have, it is still not enough."
"Do you think it will be so easy to make us brothers lose?"
Golden Face looked at Silver Face, and Silver Face looked back at Golden Face.
The next moment, just as Qin Jiuge thought the two had some hidden trump card