(First update)
A trace of understanding flashed through Yang Ming's eyes.
As the weakest link among the three, Yang Ming naturally knew that he had become a thorn in Qian Daoliu's side, someone Qian Daoliu was determined to eliminate.
Yang Ming had long been prepared for this.
The Soul Rings beneath his feet circulated with deep black radiance. A pitch-black chain emerged from Yang Ming's palm, swaying through the void like a python before connecting to Tang Chen at the other end.
Soul-Seizing Chain!
The chain suddenly snapped taut, and Yang Ming and Tang Chen swiftly switched positions.
Before Qian Daoliu's world-shaking strike could land, Tang Chen shifted into Yang Ming's former position. Beneath his red kasaya, his muscles bulged, making him the very image of a bald warrior monk. The golden Buddhist staff evolved from his Weapon Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, did not yield in the slightest to Qian Daoliu. With a single swing carrying boundless force, it unleashed a shrieking gale all around them.
Boom!
One sword and one staff collided once more.
Black cracks faintly appeared in space itself. Violent winds ravaged the heavens, stirring up a Category Twelve typhoon that whipped the three men's hair into disarray.
Qian Daoliu's expression darkened. Yang Ming's almost shameless fighting style was giving him a headache.
To deal with Yang Ming, he had to get past Tang Chen first!
But the problem was that he could not get past him.
That was truly infuriating.
"Benefactor Qian Daoliu, do not remain stubbornly obsessed. Put down your butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot. Join me in converting to the Buddhist Sect."
Tang Chen was like a minor leader who had fallen into a pyramid scheme, still endlessly preaching his own set of doctrines.
Veins bulged on Qian