Just as the Bhikkhu was forced back again and again, nearly colliding with the Monk Soldiers behind him, Dharma Master Xingchi finally spoke.
His voice was quiet, but it carried the pressure of a Golden Core cultivator, forcibly interrupting their tangled fight.
Hua Tieshou staggered as he landed, the demonic qi on his bone claws flickering;
The burly Bhikkhu retreated seven steps, his back cracking a tree trunk.
Hua Tieshou steadied himself, stared at Dharma Master Xingchi, and sneered. "What a fine show of beating the young only to draw out the old!"
The burly Bhikkhu panted like an ox. Several rents had been clawed through the chest of his kasaya;
Demonic qi slipped through the opening and rampaged through his body, leaving his face a horrifying mixture of green and white.
Dharma Master Xingchi's gaze settled on Hua Tieshou. Though he forcibly restrained his tone, he could not hide his anger:
"Island Lord Hua, the written agreement is right here, bearing Deputy Sect Master Qing's magic seal. Coldwater Island was originally our Cold Mountain Temple's territory. I hope you will honor the agreement and cause no further trouble."
At this, Hua Tieshou lightly dusted his sleeves. Green Baleful Demonic Qi lingered around him, almost tangible:
"I will certainly verify whether the document is genuine before reporting to Tianshu Hall. Until then, no one will touch so much as a fraction of Coldwater Island-not even a single brick or tile!"
Dharma Master Xingchi's brows knitted tightly at these words. The anger he had suppressed finally erupted like a volcano, impossible to contain.
Golden radiance suddenly surged ten feet around him. Buddha Light spread like a tide, and the air instantly grew as rigid as iron!
The pressure of a Golden Core cultivator bore down like an invisible mountain, leaving everyone