Danyun raised his leg and kicked straight at him, stirring up a fierce rush of wind.
The Tummo within Danyun blazed fiercely, his Spiritual Heat fully unleashed. Even from some distance away, a faint burning sting could still be felt on the face.
"That's a way of fighting that stakes your life!" Qu Zan said.
"When and where do we cultivators not stake our lives?! If a god blocks my way, I kill the god; if a demon blocks my way, I destroy the demon!" Danyun roared.
Sanghai silently applauded the sight. Among the younger generation, Danyun possessed such an indestructible conviction that his future prospects surpassed Sanghai's own.
Cultivation meant cultivating precisely this audacity: though ten million stood against him, he would walk his path alone.
Ordinary people all thought the Buddha was benevolent and gentle, unaware that the Buddha was also a sovereign who declared himself supreme, who would yield his place to no one.
Facing Danyun's fierce assault, Qu Zan casually formed the Outer-Bound Fist Mudra. With a light block, he stopped Danyun's all-out attack.
"The Outer-Bound Mudra has power like this, too." Danyun's pupils contracted. He had already thought highly of Qu Zan's strength, yet Qu Zan was stronger than he had imagined.
"I refuse to believe it!" Danyun roared, then turned, the energy in his inner channels surging as streams of force welled ceaselessly from his Navel Chakra.
As Danyun executed his techniques, he entered a state of selflessness. His hand gestures shifted, forming the Lotus Seal and Vajra Mudra in succession-his mind focused upon them, undivided, as energy circulated within him and his Chakras spun, determined to break through Qu Zan's blocking defense.
But however fiercely Danyun attacked, he still could not breach Qu Zan's defenses.
The latter remained as relaxed as if strolling