"Hmph."
Yang Lingrui sneered at this, then his body blurred and reformed before the Buddhist monk. Raising his hand, he brought the Soul-Slaying Blade down upon that bald head.
Clang!
With a dull, thunderous impact, Yang Lingrui's strike was blocked by the dense Buddhist radiance of the Buddhist monk's dharma corpse, unable to advance another inch.
"Amitabha. In consideration of your ignorance, Benefactor, I shall not hold this strike against you."
The Buddhist monk's dharma corpse pressed his palms together and spoke softly. The Buddhist radiance around him abruptly expanded severalfold, blasting Yang Lingrui back before he continued, "However, should you continue being so discourteous, do not blame this old monk for being impolite."
The warning in those words could not have been clearer, but having come all this way, how could Yang Lingrui's resolve be shaken by a few words from him?
Whoosh!
He did not waste a single word on this old monk. Since the Soul-Slaying Blade had failed, he once more summoned the sword of Void Nether Divine Wind and soared upward, thrusting toward the man's vital point again.
This time, Yang Lingrui brought out the signature skill he had relied upon in his early years. Using the phantom-body technique, he created numerous duplicates, then rode the wind to form a strangling encirclement around his foe.
Faced with such a technique, the Buddhist monk's dharma corpse could no longer remain where he was and defend as before. He lifted a string of Buddhist beads, recited several lines of scripture, and a brilliant gleam flashed through his eyes.
"Since you are so incapable of telling good from bad, Benefactor, do not blame this old monk."
The Buddhist monk's dharma corpse murmured those words, then his body flickered out after blurring into nothingness.
Bang bang bang bang—
He moved