Jieyin knew the other Saints were surely watching, and he had no intention of revealing all his trump cards.
A probe was not a fight to the death.
The Merit Golden Lotus and Jieyin Treasure Banner formed a double layer of defense;
the Blessing Divine Pestle pointed straight toward the attack.
Bei Ming stood tall with his hands behind his back.
"I am your senior brother. As the elder, I'll let you make the first move."
Before his words had faded, Jieyin's gaze sharpened. The Blessing Divine Pestle instantly became a streak of golden light, carrying ripples of Buddhist sounds as it smashed fiercely toward Bei Ming.
The Chaos currents were torn into countless strands by the gale stirred up by the Blessing Divine Pestle.
Bei Ming merely raised a hand slightly. A mass of dark-purple Destruction Qi condensed before him and steadily blocked the Blessing Divine Pestle.
Jieyin's expression did not change, but the golden Dharma Form behind him suddenly unfurled. Its Golden Body towered high, solemn and majestic.
Boundless great power flowed through the Dharma Form and into the Blessing Divine Pestle, causing it to erupt with even more intense golden light.
Although the Blessing Divine Pestle was a Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, it possessed only forty-one Innate Restrictions, placing it at the middle level of this rank.
When wielded by a Saint, its power was certainly formidable, but against Bei Ming, it was of little use.
Bei Ming smiled. "Junior brother, your strength is lacking. Use whatever means you have. There is no need to hold back."
"Finger of Rebirth."
Jieyin extended one finger. His sleeve robe fluttered slightly in the Chaos wind as Buddha Light condensed at his fingertip into a single point and descended toward Bei Ming.
A finger descended, lotuses bloomed, and souls returned