"Where did this vile creature come from, daring to violate our sacred Buddhist grounds!"
A furious roar cracked like a thunderbolt above the monastery. A burly monk swept in on a raging gale, seething with wrath.
Dharma King Qingjing's brows twitched violently, his hair flying upward. As he raised his eyes, a palm strike came crashing down, heavy as a mountain, squeezing explosive reports from the air.
"Die!"
The monk shrieked, murderous intent laid bare on his face.
"What a vicious bald ass!"
Dharma King Qingjing let out a long cry. Neither dodging nor retreating, he curled his hand into a claw. Brilliant arcs of electricity blossomed at his fingertips like twinkling stars.
In a flash, palm and claw collided in midair with a metallic clang. The air burst apart, and the paving stones beneath Dharma King Qingjing's feet shattered inch by inch, spraying fragments everywhere.
Astral winds howled around the monk as well, a visible ring of ripples spreading outward. Before the exchange could be decided, Dharma King Baosheng chuckled. "So it's you, old bald ass Huitong. Your Sumeru Mountain Palm packs tremendous power. Impressive indeed. Take a strike from me as well."
Despite his corpulence, one stamp of his foot sent tremors through the ground for a hundred feet around him. Then he shot forward, sweeping a kick toward Huitong's head.
Thump!
Another monk darted in from the side. With a shout, he unleashed a fierce, explosive palm strike, intercepting Dharma King Baosheng's kick.
All four shuddered, then shot back several yards at tremendous speed and steadied themselves.
"[Star-Shattering Finger-Claw Astral Force], [Mountain-Suppressing Iron Foot Astral Force]..."
Huitong looked at Dharma Kings Qingjing and Baosheng, his expression grave. Then he glanced at the fiercely burning Hidden Treasury Pagoda, and his face darkened terribly.
"Fiends of the Red Lotus