Chapter 621: The Buddhist Sword
"Amitabha."
Qiku intoned the Buddhist chant, his voice resonant as an evening drum and morning bell, reverberating between heaven and earth.
Golden Buddhist radiance spread from around his body, intertwining with Hua Yunfeng's cyan sword force to form a gold-and-cyan curtain of light that held the Great Snow Mountain Holy Lord's all-pervading oppressive force back at three zhang's distance.
The Great Snow Mountain's Holy Lord stood with his hands behind his back, his snow-white great cloak snapping in the high gale, his expression still carrying that unhurried composure.
Yet his inner world was far from as calm as the surface suggested.
Two Primordial Spirit realm figures.
The Tianbao Upper Sect had actually been hiding two Primordial Spirit realm figures.
One was Hua Yunfeng, whom he did not particularly regard.
Yet that monk, Qiku, though his aura was equally not as concentrated as his own, had within that Buddhist radiance a certain quality that gave him a faint and subtle sense of wariness.