Golden Cymbal Dharma King

Ling Qing shook his head and flicked his whisk. At once, the earth churned, rolling up all the severed limbs and blood and burying them beneath the ground.

He then recited the Incantation of Heaven and Earth Purification once more, returning dust to dust and earth to earth, giving them back to Heaven and Earth.

"I'm here slaying demons, while you're over there kindly delivering them from suffering." Fahai glanced at him, then strode up the mountain.

At that moment, dressed in flowing white robes and carrying a whisk in his hands, if one ignored the way he had just slaughtered demons, he truly looked like a handsome monk untouched by the mortal world.

Yet Ling Qing knew that in recent days, Fahai's urge to kill had only grown heavier.

Along the way, they encountered several lesser demons. Aside from those Ling Qing saw to be free of sin, whom he spared, all the rest perished at Fahai's hands.

Strangely enough, the more this monk killed, the greater his Dharma power became.

Naturally, his inner demon also grew stronger by the day.

Yet no matter how powerful the inner demon became, he slew it all the same, nurturing his killing intent until it became ever sharper and colder.

The two made their way up the mountain, slaughtering many lesser demons and alerting the master of the mountain.

"Report!!"

A lesser demon hurried into the cave, fell to his knees, and reported, "Great King, a monk and a Taoist have arrived outside.

That monk is about to kill all the brothers in our mountain."

There was no customary grand chair inside the cave, only a stone couch.

Upon it sat a burly man clad in a crimson Dharma robe and wearing a Dharma crown. His face was dark, his beard thick