Daoxuan True Person glared in mortification at Fatty Tian, who was trotting over to Su Ru to show off.
Zhang Xiaofan was now going all out. Behind him roared a towering Blood Flame, above his head shone a golden Wan, and beneath his feet lay the Taiji symbol. Blue light streamed from the Fire Poker clenched tightly in his hand.
Divine Monk Pukong sized up the youth before him, stunned by Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation. Everyone present once again witnessed the scene they had seen earlier in Jade Purity Hall.
"No matter how many cultivation arts you practice, it's useless! Do you understand the principle of being broad but shallow?" Pukong now regarded Zhang Xiaofan with a trace of appreciation and offered him some guidance.
"My master has of course told me all that! And who told you that my cultivation is broad but shallow?" Zhang Xiaofan sneered, looking up at Pukong, who held the Buddha Pagoda Golden Bowl in one hand.
Pukong was furious, his seven orifices smoking. He didn't think he had done much to offend the youth before him, yet every word out of the boy's mouth was full of hostility and mockery.
"Fine! Then let me teach you a proper lesson today!" Divine Monk Pukong chanted Buddhist sutras as the Buddha Pagoda Golden Bowl in his hand gradually blazed with golden light.
"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" Zhang Xiaofan felt the mighty Buddhist power emanating from the bowl and curled his lips into a faint smile.
As Pukong stared in bewilderment, Zhang Xiaofan leaped high into the air.
One Slash, No Regrets!
A thunderous shout, a flash of light—he cleaved through the darkness before dawn!
The sky brightened!
Divine Monk Pukong held up the Buddha Pagoda Golden Bowl and looked down at Zhang