White Impermanence gritted his teeth and took more than a dozen blows from Shariputra head-on.
He could hardly fight back at all and was beaten into retreat, step after step.
But why hadn't I fallen yet?
A Great Luo Golden Immortal had chased down a True Immortal and struck more than a dozen times, yet every blow had been blocked?
White Impermanence knew that if the Black Monk before him had been replaced by the Eastern Emperor, the Northern Emperor, the Jade Emperor, or even any one of the Four Sea Dragon Kings-all fellow Great Luo Golden Immortals-at least half of his three hun and seven po would have been scattered by now.
But why am I still alive and kicking?
"How strange..." Between blocking blows, White Impermanence looked up toward the distance again and murmured, "Are all the Ten Great Disciples this pathetic in their cultivation?"
Shariputra looked at Xie Bi'an in bewilderment. He could not understand why this man kept looking around in the middle of a fight to the death.
"White Impermanence, if you don't start paying attention, you'll be dead any moment!"
Shariputra gathered tremendous power in his palm and blasted it toward Xie Bi'an.
Xie Bi'an flicked his pristine white robes, and a pure white wooden club appeared out of thin air in his hand.
He swung the club hard, as though hitting a baseball, and struck Shariputra's palm squarely.
The violent impact sent both men back three steps.
White Impermanence waved the Ghost-Crying Club in his hand, flexed his aching wrist, and said with a smile, "If you could kill me, you would have done it already. How else could I still be alive?"
White Impermanence's words left Shariputra trembling with anger, but he quickly collected himself and calmed down. His hands began to