Chu Xingchen lowered his gaze slightly. The violent Spiritual Power before him was held under control, almost entirely concentrated on the old monk directly ahead.
Facing even that faint trace of Dao Resonance, Yun Chuan felt his hair stand on end.
He had not even registered what was happening.
The next instant.
A streak of blood-qi rainbow light pressed forward.
Li Xingtian did not hesitate. Almost instinctively, he bore down on the old monk with the Spirit Treasure saber in his hand, blood qi raging around its blade.
There was no exchange of words. He struck only a fraction later than his master.
The old monk raised the golden radiance of ten thousand Buddhas, but Myriad Forms passed straight through, unreasonably slicing his barrier apart.
Li Xingtian could naturally sense the terror of the old monk's cultivation, but he did not retreat.
If his master drew his sword, he would follow.
Whoever the opponent was, that was neither something he needed to consider nor a reason to hesitate.
Whether for his master or his Third Junior Sister, he would not back down, much less cling to life and fear death.
Blood qi condensed, a hellish aura rippling outward.
Seizing the opening his master had sliced through the barrier, Li Xingtian unleashed a slash imbued with the utmost power of blood qi.
The old monk's eyes widened as he felt that supremely pure blood qi. Still, with his Buddha cultivation, he could naturally handle it. Golden light coiled around his right hand, transforming his right arm into a faintly translucent golden Buddha hand, and he caught the slash barehanded.
Li Xingtian's slash held considerable might. Though delivered in haste, it bore the traces of a Divine Ability.
Buddha light naturally restrained blood qi, and there was also the gap between their