When the monk finished speaking, he formed a Lotus Seal with one palm before his chest, and a vast, powerful aura spread out...
The steel saber slashing toward him suddenly wheeled around and severed its wielder's head in an instant. Hot blood spurted from the mounted bandit's headless neck, falling through the air like a red rain...
The saber whirled and danced through that rain, its gleaming blade scattering sprays of blood. Some of the mounted bandits had their throats slit, others their bellies pierced. In the blink of an eye, bodies littered the ground...
Chen Long's eyes widened in utter terror as he stared at the horrifying scene in disbelief.
A cultivator. This unremarkable-looking monk was actually one of the legendary cultivators.
"Amitabha! Take refuge in the Buddha, and do not fall into hell; take refuge in the Dharma, and do not fall among demons; take refuge in the Sangha, and do not fall into the cycle of rebirth... May I dedicate all my merit to you, that your sins may be lightened and you may soon ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss..."
Chanting scripture, the monk walked forward slowly. With every step, a white lotus seemed to bloom beneath his foot, dreamlike and illusory, vanishing in an instant.
"Aaah..."
Chen Long roared. Cold light flashed as he brought his saber down on the monk with unmatched ferocity.
All the other bandits lay in pools of blood. He alone remained, with no choice but to fight to the death.
The monk's face was spattered with blood, yet he looked utterly holy. Just as that absurd impression arose in Chen Long's mind, the monk strolled toward him. When that gaze, filled with compassion for all living things, turned upon him, Chen Long suddenly felt an urge to kneel and