Seeing that morale was beginning to waver, Abbot Hui'an, hovering in the air, said no more and lightly tapped his Nine-Ring Khakkhara against empty space.
"Then let this old monk see whether your strength truly merits such arrogance, Fellow Daoist Qing, and whether you can take Golden Scale Island."
Dong-
A clear metallic tremor rippled outward, and golden Buddha Light blazed behind him.
"Wuchen."
"Your disciple is here." Buddha's Son Wuchen stepped forward, his moon-white monk's robes spotless, the cinnabar Buddhist seal between his brows gleaming.
"Lead thirty thousand of the Vajra Demon-Subduing Army out to form ranks and advance on Golden Scale Island." Hui'an's voice was calm. "Show Sect Leader Qing the methods of our Vajra Zen Sect."
"I respectfully obey the abbot's decree!"
Wuchen pressed his palms together and bowed. As he turned, nothing but boiling battle intent remained in his eyes.
He stepped off the flagship and hovered in midair, his voice carrying throughout the Vajra Zen Sect Fleet:
"The first three divisions of the Vajra Demon-Subduing Army-step forward! Wuxin, you will command."
"Yes!!!"
Amid thunderous responses, streak after streak of golden light shot into the sky from fifteen Vajra Treasure Ships! They landed on Golden Scale Island, a thousand li across, beneath the two armies.
They were all Buddhist soldiers clad in Bright Gilt Armor, each wielding Dharma artifacts such as Demon-Subduing Pestles and Demon-Subduing Staffs. Their auras were deep and powerful, their cultivation all at the late Qi Refining stage or above, with more than thirty Golden Core cultivators among them!
These Buddhist soldiers had cultivated the Vajra Demon-Subduing Art since childhood. Their auras were pure and uniform, closely interconnected. The moment their battle formation rose, a majestic, upright presence surged into the sky.
The thirty thousand Buddhist soldiers moved in perfect unison, their