"It's not that you drank too much. These monks really are formidable." Zhan Qisheng slowly walked over and stood beside Liu Ling.
The monk whose neck had been twisted slowly rose, then used his hands to twist his neck back into place.
The dozen or so monks knew, of course, that these two were no ordinary opponents. Though they desperately wanted to take Sage's life, they no longer dared force their way through.
Yet the aura emanating from Sage behind them grew increasingly terrifying, as though he really were doing something extraordinary.
"Since you two insist on blocking us, don't blame us for showing no mercy!"
The Black Monks pressed their palms together. A Buddha statue actually materialized behind each of them, every one different in appearance, looking very much like the Arhats enshrined in temples.
"This is bad. It's Arhat True Form," Zhan Qisheng said gravely. "They're about to reveal their trump cards."
Just then, Shiranui Jinkuro descended from the sky with A Can and A Kui, landing beside the two.
"Zhan Qisheng, what's going on?" Shiranui Jinkuro asked. "Why has Sage suddenly stopped moving?"
"He's going to cleave the mountain," Zhan Qisheng said, steady and clear.
"Cleave the mountain?"
Everyone froze, unsure what sort of tactic this was.
"There's no time to explain. If everything goes smoothly, the moment this mountain falls will be the turning point," Zhan Qisheng said.
"You've already explained it perfectly." A Can nodded. "In short, our job is to protect Yu even if it kills us, right?"
"Yes." Zhan Qisheng nodded.
Facing the dozen or so monks before them, the five radiated the resolve of men who looked upon death as a homecoming.
Dong Qianqiu kept checking the situation on the battlefield. With so many people involved in this Legend mission, she had