How could the white-robed monk have known I still had this trick up my sleeve?
The Tong Ghost Hand's sudden attack had already injured him. Now, faced with Senior Brother and Senior Sister's sudden assault, the white-robed monk had no strength left to resist.
In that instant, terror appeared on his face.
His pupils dilated as he sensed the danger of death.
Senior Brother and Senior Sister emerged from the shadows. Though they had been little more than two dark silhouettes, they swiftly solidified into clear forms.
Senior Brother wore black, his entire body wrapped in bandages. Holding a black wooden sword, he raised it and slashed down.
"Jap, take my sword!"
Before his words had even faded, a crack rang out as a black arc of lightning leaped down, aimed straight at the old monk in white.
On the other side, Senior Sister raised her hand, and an icy longsword swiftly condensed in her grip.
The icy longsword radiated bone-piercing cold. Senior Sister said nothing, merely thrusting her sword forward.
With a whoosh, a bluish-white streak of sword light shot straight at the white-robed monk.
In that instant, the white-robed monk completely panicked. As he retreated again and again, he hurriedly formed hand seals and chanted an incantation.
"...(Shield Seal!)"
The instant he shouted, a golden protective shield of astral energy, mixed with traces of black, rapidly gathered before him from his hands.
This spell was similar to the Bagua Seal Mao Jing and Pan Ling had used before, but it differed in many ways.
Just as the astral-energy shield rapidly formed, Senior Brother's sword struck first.
With a loud bang, the astral-energy shield before the white-robed monk was instantly split open with a crack.
Yet most of the force was blocked.
Senior Brother's strike did not directly kill