Force filled the air.
Hong Yuan soared straight upward, sinuous as a dragon. His vast aura poured down like a celestial river, engulfing all three Hui monks of Vajra Temple in its surging tide.
Amid the howling gale, Huiming's monk robes snapped wildly, and his eyelids twitched without cease.
In mere moments, this man had killed Dharma King Qingjing outright, crushing his heart with a single claw strike, then exchanged blows with the Illuminating Veneration Envoy, Dharma King Baosheng, and the Hundred-Poison Corpse Puppet in a flash, forcing each of them back.
Such swift reactions, such composure against his foes-his martial prowess could truly shock the world.
Yet while facing several supreme experts of the Red Lotus Cult, he had not merely refused to join forces with the monks. He had actually attacked them as well.
This Myriad Calamities Daoist was far too arrogant.
Even a Grandmaster in person would not dare hold them in such contempt.
Huiming's expression shifted, but his response was swift. With a fierce shout, he stirred the force within his body. His loose monk robes instantly swelled with energy, like a balloon made of steel.
His face and skin shone with light, his bearing solemn and majestic. A faint halo emerged behind him, like the radiance of a divine immortal or Buddha, wondrous beyond measure.
No words were needed. At Huiming's shout, Huitong and Huizhi darted to his side, taking their places to his left and right, their hands forming seals as they readied themselves.
They had been fellow disciples for decades. Though their arts differed, they shared the same roots, and in that instant they linked together in perfect harmony. Their auras united, as though a massive mountain had risen from the earth, capable of withstanding every calamity of heaven and earth.
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