Ye Lin exerted force once more, and the golden barrier before him shattered into fragments. Fu Kong himself was sent flying backward.
"Sword Nine, slash."
Naturally, Ye Lin would not let such a fine opportunity slip away. He immediately swung his sword.
An incomparably sharp Sword Qi streaked across the heavens and earth, slashing viciously into Fu Kong.
At once, a crack appeared across Fu Kong's body. Yet what flowed from that crack was not blood, but gray mist.
At the same time, the Buddhist light around him continued to dim.
"So this is your true face."
Ye Lin attacked again, giving Fu Kong not the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Once one chose to make a move, the only option was to crush the opponent completely, leaving him not even a sliver of opportunity.
Giving him even the slightest chance would count as not trying hard enough.
The Sword Qi was incomparably sharp, while Fu Kong slowly climbed to his feet. This time, rather than attacking at once, he pressed his palms together and sat cross-legged quietly on the ground.
"Heaven moves as one, earth moves as two—the Eighteen Arhats Grand Formation, arise."
As Fu Kong finished speaking, the entire temple began to tremble. A swastika instantly appeared upon the ground beneath Ye Lin's feet.
Endless golden light erupted from the symbol. Incomparably complex Buddhist chants filled the area around the temple, while eighteen beams of golden light took the form of eighteen monks standing around Ye Lin.
"Benefactor, today I shall let you witness Buddhism's supreme formation—the Eighteen Arhats Grand Formation. Today, the Eighteen Arhats shall deliver you from this world."
Fu Kong sneered at Ye Lin from afar.
If this fellow were outside Profound Void Temple, he might truly have only one road: death. But within