"Blessed be, blessed be. Do not be impatient, benefactors. What my fellow disciple and I seek as alms is precisely your lives. Your demonic nature has taken deep root. May you cultivate the fruits of virtue anew in your next lives and enter our Buddhist fold." The young monk seemed not to have heard the scholar's threats at all. Instead, he lowered his head and eyes and spoke softly.
The moment he said this, the Mara Sect disciples opposite him flew into a rage. Two immediately raised their hands, one tossing a short sword wrapped in blood-red mist into the air, the other throwing out a pitch-black, square seal.
The blood-colored short sword flashed through the air, then became a streak of bloody light that shot straight at the young monk.
The Black Seal swelled more than tenfold in the wind and bore down menacingly on the tall, thin monk, who resembled a bamboo pole.
But the next moment, the actions of the two monks left the Mara Sect disciples opposite them utterly astonished.
The young monk invoked the Buddha's name and calmly raised his arm. His entire arm instantly turned pale gold. Reaching forward with all five fingers, he caught the blood-colored short sword hurtling toward him. Then he rubbed his hands together, and with a bang, the sword between his palms shattered into a cloud of bloody mist.
The tall, thin monk on the other side looked up at the descending Black Seal, took a step forward, and punched upward.
An astonishing beast's roar suddenly erupted from the monk. Dense silver spirit inscriptions appeared on his punching arm, and a huge, pale silver Phantom Lion-Head Fist materialized above his head, striking the underside of the Black Seal.
A thunderous rumble rang out.
The Black Seal was sent flying