Mo Xiachen made his move, but he did not target Nanhua Immortal Lord. Instead, he went straight for the Nangong Clan's two great reinforcements: Monk Yuan Kong and the innate Fire God, Fire Moon.
The jade-green Gate of Life and Death slammed viciously into the golden kasaya. In an instant, the golden kasaya shuddered **. The Primordial Unity Golden Immortals suppressed within it were jolted awake, and with a combined strike, they blasted the kasaya flying.
"Bald thief, you dare sneak-attack your grandpa? If I don't pluck every last hair off your body, then I'll take your surname!"
At that moment, the tall, bearded Primordial Unity Golden Immortal bellowed madly.
"I say, Brother Mingchi, that monk is bald to begin with. He doesn't even have a beard. Where would he get any hair?"
Beside the bearded giant, a short and skinny man asked in confusion.
"Isn't that bastard's ** covered in thick hair? Grandpa Mingchi will definitely pluck every hair there clean!"
The giant named Mingchi already had two mountain-splitting battle axes in his hands. With a slight movement of his body, he swung them down at Monk Yuan Kong's head.
"Amitayus Buddha!"
Monk Yuan Kong and Fire God Fire Moon both wore grave expressions. Monk Yuan Kong gave a soft cry, "Great Mixu Cloud Gong, Mixu King Fist!"
Boom!
In an instant, a Buddhist seal in the shape of a swastika emerged from his mouth. Combined with his fist, it blasted a golden mountain into the void.
It was actually the phantom of Mixu King Mountain, the Buddhist sacred land.
Mixu King Mountain had been a Buddhist sacred land before antiquity. Yet this sacred land had mysteriously vanished during antiquity, and no one knew where it had gone. Along with Mixu King Mountain, countless Buddhas of the ancient Buddhist