As it turned out, his moment of glory lasted less than three seconds before seven or eight Spirit Transformation Realm puppets charged at him.
The monk in the kasaya was blasted away, slamming heavily into the Buddha statue in the very center of the main hall behind him.
Countless cracks instantly spread across the statue's golden body.
From far away, Xue Fuyao watched what was happening inside the Precious Temple through the Heavenly Eye.
The Buddhist Sect had flourished in the Western Continent for barely a hundred years. The highest cultivation among the monks in the temple was the Spirit Transformation Realm, and quite a few of them were members of the Devil Race and Demon Race in disguise.
Because Shadow Five and the others had never stopped hunting down the Devil Race and Demon Race in the Western Continent during this time, their numbers had dwindled considerably.
Even so, Xue Fuyao did not truly underestimate these Buddhist temples in the Western Continent.
After all, if they really had no tricks up their sleeves, they could not have kept those aristocratic clans and sects so thoroughly suppressed that they could not raise their heads within a mere century.
"Do they really have nothing?"
Xue Fuyao watched the puppets slaughter their way through the Precious Temple, while Shadow Five and the others specifically targeted monks who were alone.
The few Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators remaining in the Precious Temple were now tied down by the puppets as well.
One-on-one, the puppets might not have been their match.
After all, puppets were ultimately puppets. They could not think, and the only things they obeyed were Xue Fuyao's orders.
Unless they held an absolutely overwhelming advantage in strength, it was difficult to determine a victor when fighting cultivators of the same realm.
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