Chan Master Bai Mei struck down with two successive Golden Light Buddha Palms. Shi Feiyang broke the first with the Suiren Fire Drill, while the second slammed into the mountain-guarding immortal formation. The enormous golden hand pressed hard against the five-colored radiance, making the light sway and the mountain quake. Even the earth trembled.
Boom! A series of muffled, thunderous explosions rang out. The surging five-colored radiance and the enormous Golden Light hand shattered together, their colors mingling and bursting into a sky full of rainbow clouds and luminous rain.
Having broken through the immortal formation, Chan Master Bai Mei pressed his palms together. A vast expanse of sandalwood Buddha light sprang into being, enveloping Jiang Xuejun, Bai Guyi, and Yang Jin and forcibly transporting them backward.
From the three of them's perspective, they had been surrounded by crisscrossing demonic light and sword shadows when golden Buddha light suddenly filled all ten directions. Golden Light flashed and vanished, and they were already more than ten li away.
The sword spirits of the Nine Demon Swords refused to accept this. Still locked firmly onto their three enemies, they wanted to pursue them, but Shi Feiyang denied them permission and recalled them to his side.
Shi Feiyang's purpose was to obtain the Two Treasures of Xuanyuan, not to kill for revenge or indulge a moment's fury. If the old monk Bai Mei could negotiate on behalf of the orthodox sects and talk everything through, a peaceful resolution would be best. After all, he alone could not defeat so many monks and nuns. If they drove him into a corner and he fought desperately for his life, even if he dragged them down with him, he would still be the first to sink.
Chan Master Bai Mei's eyebrows were not the only white