"Brilliant move, Brother Huang!"
Shen Dongming drew back his staff and suppressed the churning of his blood. Then, with a sharp exhale, the muscles in his arms knotted as he poured every last bit of his true qi into the Coiling Dragon Staff.
Golden light blazed from the staff. Its nine dragon patterns seemed to come alive, sending out peals of dragon cries. The force of the staff bore down on Huang Tian like mountains stacked one upon another.
At the same time, Master Longding stopped watching and stepped forward. Golden lotus phantoms bloomed beneath his cloth shoes, carrying him through the air to Huang Tian in an instant.
"Benefactor Huang, take care."
He slowly pushed out his right palm.
The strike seemed gentle and slow, but it held dazzling Buddhist light. As his palm drove forward, a golden arhat more than ten zhang tall faintly appeared in the air behind him!
The arhat glared, its six arms moving in unison. Then it mirrored his motion and raised a palm. An enormous hand radiating endless golden light pressed down on Huang Tian's head, blotting out the sky!
"That's the patriarch's Vajra Demon-Subduing Great Hand Seal!" a monk cried out from the State Protector Temple.
"That move could flatten a small mountain!"
"After fifteen years, we finally get to see the patriarch use this divine art again!"
"..."
As the monks watched, the mountain-sized golden hand pressed down until even the air around Huang Tian seemed to congeal.
There was no dodging this strike. He could only meet it head-on!
But he had never intended to dodge.
He let out a long cry. His sinews and bones rang together, and his blood surged like ten thousand galloping horses.
Huang Tian clenched both fists, his knuckles cracking like thunder. A dense golden-yellow