"Oh? So it was you, the eminent monk of Golden Cicada Temple from a thousand years ago! Xiao Muzi still had the Blood Demon Sword to rely on. But you? Wounded so severely, what supreme treasure gave you the courage to fight two against one?"
The weathered old man exuded the aura of one in high authority, glaring at Great Master Shanxian with innate majesty radiating from his entire body.
Whether in cultivation or strength, he surpassed the two men from the Great Zhao Dynasty who had perished earlier.
Even at his peak, Great Master Shanxian would still have been slightly inferior before this man.
Much less now, when Great Master Shanxian's injuries were already too grave to grow any worse.
Yet faced with such a formidable enemy, Great Master Shanxian showed no fear, nor did he have the slightest intention of retreating.
Behind him, Su Shi'er was busy setting up the formation. If he were interrupted, every one of them would perish.
For Su Shi'er, for everyone, and for himself, he had countless reasons why he could not retreat.
"Amitabha. Little Friend Su, may this humble monk borrow the Buddhist Bead in your hand?"
Great Master Shanxian did not turn around. When he spoke, however, he was addressing Su Shi'er.
"The Buddhist Bead?"
Su Shi'er froze. Had the other party not mentioned it, he would nearly have forgotten that mysterious Buddhist Bead from the Buddhist sect.
Once he came to his senses, he did not hesitate in the slightest, raising his hand and sending the Buddhist Bead over.
"Why borrow it? This junior has never found the proper method for using this item and does not know how to wield it. If I give it to you this time, Senior, what harm is there in that?"
In a battle