Kuang Ming barred the way with his halberd, and his killing intent naturally sealed off the sky.
Zhuang Gaoxian laughed in delight and strode away. Leaving all three of them behind, he also left his Zhuang Kingdom.
Kujue's sallow old face creased into a frown. He showed Kuang Ming no courtesy. "Who goes there? You dare provoke this Buddha?"
"We have met before." Kuang Ming spoke blandly. "There is no need for you to pretend not to know me."
"Bah! Who knows you?" Kujue swung his fist and charged. "You roadside bandit, daring to rob travelers on the road—take my Three Treasures Fist!"
His fist struck the halberd's tip, then slid up its shaft.
Metal rang against metal, sounding for a moment like a Buddhist chant.
In the space of a thought, they had already exchanged several blows.
Kuang Ming swung his halberd to force him back. Behind him, killing intent surged into the heavens, taking the form of a sky serpent that pierced the sun and looked down with cold menace. "Then allow me to introduce myself once more—I am Kuang Ming, commander of the Evil-Suppressing Army of the Great Jing Empire. Have you made up your mind?"
Fighting an unfamiliar True Lord and fighting the commander of the Jing Eight Armors were matters of entirely different significance.
"You brat! You get worked up after just a couple of blows." Kujue wanted to pretend he had not heard, but knew that would hardly be convincing. He snorted disdainfully. "You think you can stop this Buddha?"
Kuang Ming exhaled, his breath shooting forth like a white rainbow. "Then let us try."
Seeing how little it took to set him off, how a few words had already put him in a life-or-death stance, Kujue grew angry as well.
"What Evil-Suppressing, evil-suppressing?