"Oh? Could you be a fellow practitioner, young benefactor?"
Demon Monk Zhenwu seemed to notice Xu Taiping's abnormal state as well. With a sinister chuckle, he recklessly drove his Spider Demon manifestation into the air and charged straight up to Xu Taiping.
"Young benefactor, if you cannot control the power within your body, this old monk can do it for you."
As Demon Monk Zhenwu taunted Xu Taiping, he prepared to spit spider silk at him. He did not care whether Xu Taiping really was a demonic cultivator.
All he wanted now was to swallow Xu Taiping whole.
Then he would possess everything Xu Taiping had.
"Bang!"
But the spider silk had barely left his mouth when it struck what seemed to be an invisible force and exploded, finally dissolving into ash.
At the same time, a terrifying aura of destruction instantly engulfed the entire valley.
"This..."
Under that terrifying aura, Demon Monk Zhenwu's body suddenly began trembling violently beyond his control.
At that moment, his body was like an ordinary wild beast in the mountains encountering a fierce tiger. He had no control over it whatsoever.
"This aura..."
But eventually, Zhenwu slowly raised his head and looked toward the source of that aura.
First, he saw Xu Taiping covering the left half of his face.
Then, through the gaps between the fingers covering Xu Taiping's face, he saw an eye with golden flames drifting from its corner, and a lotus-shaped pupil.
In an instant, the astonishment on Demon Monk Zhenwu's face turned to terror.
He did not recognize this eye, but he could clearly sense that it possessed a power capable of reducing him-and his abbot-to nothingness.
Yet all these chaotic thoughts and that nameless fear ultimately converged into a single thought in his mind-*I must tell the abbot