Wuxin lifted his eyelids slightly and spoke calmly to the old Daoist across from him.
The old Daoist's face was grave. Looking at the miserable demon child behind him, he knew this matter would not end peacefully. It seemed they would have to exchange a few moves.
"Since that is the case, then come at me, Daoist friend. Let these old bones of mine have a taste of your fine techniques."
After the old monk finished speaking, he flicked the fly-whisk in his hand, his expression exceptionally solemn. Clearly, he was fully prepared.
At that moment, Wuxin slowly opened his eyes. His temper might be good, but that did not mean he had no temper at all. This old Daoist and that demon child were practically shitting on his neck.
If he could still endure that, then he would not be a young man.
Wuxin smiled faintly, then slowly raised his right hand. At once, an incomparably terrifying Buddhist radiance gathered in his palm, and a golden handprint appeared within the ruined temple.
"Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, suppress."
After Wuxin spoke, he lightly pressed his right hand downward. Instantly, the golden palm slammed toward the old Daoist, descending upon his head with the power to destroy everything.
"Damn it, Dao Integration?"
Feeling the surging, torrential aura from Wuxin, the old Daoist's expression changed drastically. Damn it, he had thought he was dealing with a little lamb. Now that he looked again, this was a ferocious Tiger.
Dao Integration? He himself had not even reached Dao Integration.
"You've really brought a great disaster upon me. Useless at everything, yet first place when it comes to causing trouble."
The old Daoist cursed furiously at the demon child behind him, then pulled a yellow talisman from his robes. Looking at the talisman