"Monk?" Xu Zimo said with a smile. "Why aren't you properly burning incense and worshipping Buddha in a temple? What are you doing in this glittering mortal world?"
"I myself am a wine-and-women monk. What's wrong with that?" Monk Huijue replied with a grin.
"Little brother, you should worry about what's before you first."
Xu Zimo raised his head to look at Yueshan and smiled. "Beat the little one, and the old one comes out?"
"I won't make things difficult for you. Master Huijue and I will each use one move. If you can take them and survive, I'll let you leave," Yueshan said flatly.
"Little brother, I'm merely joining in the fun. I just wanted to see what the younger generation is like these days; I mean no harm," Monk Huijue explained with a smile.
"Your Long River Immortal Sect really isn't much. I even saved one of your core elders before," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
"Let me give you a reminder while I'm at it. You'd better use your full strength, or I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."
"Arrogant indeed," Yueshan snorted coldly.
At that moment, the might of the Divine Meridian Realm surged down from around him.
His entire body seemed like a towering mountain, rising endlessly into the sky.
Xu Zimo could tell that the other man had only recently broken through into the Divine Meridian Realm and was currently at the first level of Divine Meridian.
However, the foundation of the cultivation technique he practiced seemed extremely profound, so his current foundation was fairly solid.
He brought down a palm strike that looked entirely ordinary.
Yet in Xu Zimo's eyes, that palm no longer seemed to be a hand, but a complete mountain.
The power of a mountain could not be matched—majestic