The Dharma King is Executed

Since coming to Phoenix Mountain, Ling Qing had never made a move, nor had there been any need for him to.

Not a single one of the demons who had jumped out to block their path was any good.

He had no intention of wasting effort trying to reform them, so he simply watched Fahai slaughter them.

When Jinwu appeared, he had originally intended to capture him and ask him a few questions.

But before he could stop him, Fahai reduced Jinwu to drifting ash with a blast of Vajra Fire.

When the Golden Cymbal Dharma King appeared, Ling Qing heard him tell Fahai that he had once received the Buddha's grace before Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Ling Qing immediately understood something.

After seeing him poison Fahai into collapse, he had wanted to question him further.

As for Fahai, Ling Qing was not worried.

Not only had the golden bowl not flown away, even the golden dragon upon Fahai's body had yet to manifest. Clearly, this poison could not take Fahai's life.

However, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King was indeed a vicious one. The moment they met, he sprayed poison at Ling Qing without a word.

Ling Qing had no choice but to bring out the Hundred Poisons Ten Thousand Gu Banner and collect the poison.

Since this poison could bring down even Fahai, Ling Qing had no desire to test it on himself, even if he was already immune to all poisons.

Facing the two Flying Centipede Hooks hurtling toward him, Ling Qing gave the Ten Thousand Gu Banner a shake.

A rustling hiss arose. The moment more than ten thousand Spirit Sword Golden Cicada Gu flew from the banner's surface, they vanished into the air.

Clang, clang, clang—the dense sounds of impacts rang out.

The Flying Centipede Hooks in midair