"Tsk, tsk, the resemblance really is uncanny. That nose, those eyes-they're exactly like mine back then. No wonder that vile beast couldn't kill you. After all, the spirit soul contract from back then is still in place. Even with a reincarnated body, it couldn't truly bring itself to kill you." The old monk paid no attention to the tall, thin monk's question. Instead, he looked Yuantong over several times, clicking his tongue.
At these words, both monks were startled. The tall, thin monk immediately held his golden staff across his chest and shouted sternly:
"What are you saying? Who exactly are you?"
"You're rather in the way here. You can go on ahead to the next world." At this, the old monk merely cast an indifferent glance at the tall, thin monk, Yuanming, then drew a pale silver Short Ruler from his sleeve and casually pointed it at him.
Boom!
Nearly a hundred miniature spirit inscription phantoms suddenly appeared in dense clusters across the silver Short Ruler. A thick silver arc flashed out and slammed into Yuanming.
The tall, thin monk barely managed to thrust his golden staff toward the arc before a searing heat swept through his body. The several layers of protective light floating around him shattered and vanished.
His golden staff flew from his hand, and his entire body was hurled backward. His skin turned charred black, giving off waves of a burnt smell.
"A Third-Tier Magical Artifact!"
Beside him, Yuantong cried out in shock. Without a second thought, he threw out the pale yellow scripture page clutched in his hand, then shook his sleeve and flung a golden bone fragment after it.
The golden bone fragment burst first as soon as it left his hand. A pale golden phantom Golden Ring materialized out of thin air,