"Roar..."
Fu Donglai opened his mouth and roared. A savage gale swept out, shaking the prayer flags overhead violently and throwing the waves of Buddhist chants emanating from them into disarray.
In that instant of confusion, Shen Luo abruptly regained his senses. His eyes sharpened, and he immediately activated the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art, dispersing the lingering Buddhist chants in his mind.
"Go..."
With a low shout from Shen Luo, a streak of crimson light shot skyward from beside him, trailing a piercing whistle.
A crimson flying sword sliced through the air with a metallic hiss, instantly splitting into three sword shadows that darted into the prayer flags.
After only a few passes, the sword shadows cast by the Pure Yang Flying Sword had shredded the prayer flags filling the sky, leaving only a lone sutra pillar hanging in the air with its light dimmed.
Before Jue An could retrieve his magic treasure, Fu Donglai had already leaped into the air. With the force of a blow that could cleave Mount Hua, he brought the Azure Blood Gan𬭭 Axe crashing down on the sutra pillar.
Boom!
Golden light scattered from the sutra pillar as it exploded.
Fury surged through Jue An at the sight. He raised his hand and waved again, sending the black bracelet around his wrist flying.
Shen Luo looked closely. The bracelet was exceedingly crude: nothing more than three solitary black stones threaded onto a thin cord. He could see nothing formidable about it.
"Careful! Those are the Patriarch's Three-Star Stones! That bastard is about to use the Three-Star Demonbane Divine Ability!" Sun Wukong caught sight of them and shouted a hurried warning in alarm.
For a moment, Shen Luo could not grasp what the Three-Star Stones had to do with the Three-Star Demonbane Divine Ability.
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