"Sever!"
The instant the gate shattered, Old Daoist Huang braced one hand against Jingkong of Fire Cloud Temple's descending palm and formed a seal hand sign with the other. Bringing both hands together, he slashed hard at the demonic monk Zhenye's dharma aspect.
Boom!
With an ear-piercing whistle through the air, a streak of Sword Qi passed clean through the demonic monk Zhenye.
An instant later, six of the demonic monk Zhenye's twelve arms were severed, and only three of his six heads remained.
Bang!
The blow he had been gathering strength to unleash against the second gate was greatly weakened as a result, leaving only a shallow crack in it.
Boom!
But just as Old Daoist Huang prepared to strike again, Jingkong's other palm came crashing down toward him, forcing him to draw his other hand back to block it as well.
Bang! ...
Their four palms met, stirring up waves of air that surged through the surrounding streets like a tide.
An enormous 卍-shaped imprint appeared in the ground beneath Old Daoist Huang's feet.
Had the houses and ground of the Imperial Capital not all been protected by formation barriers, the aftershocks of their clash alone would likely have been enough to reduce the city to ruins.
Old Daoist Huang frowned.
Jingkong's strategy was plain: he meant to tie up his hands and feet, leaving him unable to reinforce the Imperial City.
At that thought, Old Daoist Huang suddenly licked his lips and looked at Demon Monk Jingkong, the abbot of Fire Cloud Temple, with a smile.
"Old bald ass, that left ear of yours tasted quite good when I ate it before. Today, this old Daoist would like a taste of your right ear."
With that, he abruptly opened his mouth wide and bit at Jingkong.
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