"You consider this humble monk a monster, and I find you just as obstinate," the Arhat said with a faint smile. "Since we cannot communicate, why not simply fight to the death?"
"I've never met a monk like you," Sage said irritably. "Who knows where all those Buddhist Sutras you recited went?"
"The Buddha dwells in my heart. This humble monk understands him more thoroughly than any of you."
The Arhat said no more and slowly closed his eyes.
A gigantic black dragon burst from the Arhat's body in an instant, streaking across the sky with a thunderous roar.
"Flying Dragon in the Heavens!" the Arhat bellowed. He leaped high and pointed both hands downward, sending the black dragon hurtling toward Zhan Qisheng with a howl.
Zhan Qisheng swept both hands outward and roared, "Reverse Wind!"
But the black dragon charged with such ferocious momentum that he could not stop it.
The instant Weaver Girl saw the black dragon, her face drained of color. She hurriedly drew her Flying Shuttle with both hands and, in the blink of an eye, wove an enormous net across the sky, holding the black dragon fast.
Although she had stopped the black dragon, Weaver Girl's lips still trembled as she slowly asked, "How... is this possible?"
"What's wrong, Weaver Girl?" Zhan Qisheng turned to look at her and found the shock on her face beyond description.
Weaver Girl slowly approached the black Arhat and studied his face closely, then instinctively took a step back.
"Could you... be the Dragon-Subduing Arhat?" Weaver Girl asked cautiously.
"This humble monk is indeed Subduing Dragon, Venerable Kashyapa," the Arhat said with a smile. "Weaver Girl, have you been well since we last met?"
"The Dragon-Subduing Arhat?! Are you kidding?!" Those words gave Zhan Qisheng a fright. If the