Yuantong stared blankly at Yuanji's falling corpse, the fury on his face turning into disbelief.
His lips trembled, his eyes bloodshot, his entire body shaking violently.
"Yuanji... junior brother..."
His voice was hoarse, as though someone had seized him by the throat.
Only then did the other monks come back to their senses, their faces changing drastically one after another.
"Senior Brother Yuanji!"
"You beast! You actually killed Senior Brother Yuanji!"
"Attack together! Avenge Senior Brother Yuanji!"
The roars of the twenty-six monks exploded amid the Buddhist light as twenty-six auras of Quasi-Saints erupted at once.
First Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, Second Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
The twenty-six auras converged into a world-destroying force, scattering even the towering Buddhist radiance.
The golden Buddhist light was torn into countless fragments by the auras, like a shattered Liuli mirror, its shards floating, spinning, and falling through the void.
The chanting of sutras vanished, the scent of sandalwood dispersed, and golden lotuses withered one after another.
In their place came violent killing intent and surging fury.
Ye Lin stood amid the twenty-six auras, his robes snapping loudly in the violent force, his long hair streaming like a banner.
Yet his expression remained calm.
Even calmer than before.
"Is that all?"
he said indifferently, his voice clearly audible through the raging wind.
These people were pitifully weak.
That was his own fault, too. He had encountered too many powerful experts lately.
Compared to them, these people's cultivation seemed almost fake.
The truth proved that the gap between people was sometimes simply beyond words.
"Kill!"
Yuantong finally snapped out of the shock of losing his junior brother. His eyes were blood-red as dazzling golden light lit up upon the Demon-Subduing Vajra in his hand.
The runes on the Demon-Subduing Vajra lit up one