Bang!
One of the Buddhist Prayer Beads on Yuanming's wrist suddenly burst apart. A translucent light screen appeared over the tall, thin monk's body, countless pale golden Sanskrit characters flowing across its surface.
The faint blood shadow struck it and was bounced away as though it had met its nemesis.
"Blood Shadow Art! You're Zhu Wuyan of the Mara Sect!"
At the sight, the tall, thin monk's expression changed drastically. With an angry roar, dense pale silver patterns appeared across his face. He shook his shoulders and drove two punches through the air at the blood shadow.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two phantom silver lion heads surged wildly from his fists.
"So these are Buddhist techniques. Rather interesting."
The blood shadow Zhu Wuyan had become merely twisted, and he abruptly vanished from where he stood.
The two phantom silver lion heads blasted into the nearby air. Dazzling silver light exploded, and the temperature around them suddenly soared, leaving the nearby flowers and grasses withered and scorched yellow.
Almost simultaneously, gusts of bloody wind swept in from every direction. A faint blood shadow could dimly be seen flickering in and out of sight within them.
Yuantong, who had still been fighting the gray-white figure, was also startled upon hearing the name "Zhu Wuyan." He withdrew his fists and retreated two steps.
Naturally, he had long heard of the prowess of this notorious madman from the Mara Sect.
The gray-white figure shot backward into the bloody wind, while the blood shadow Zhu Wuyan had become disappeared into it completely.
The next moment, fierce winds howled all around them. Walls of bloody wind appeared, then surged inward and condensed into a blood-colored hurricane that shot into the sky, trapping the two monks tightly at its center.
Then a cold voice rang out from within the