Chapter 17: The Matter of a Sword
"What a shameless monk." The ghostly woman cursed softly. Even as a ghost, she valued her reputation.
But the monks of the Jingang Temple were truly shameless.
"Eradicating evil must be done thoroughly. Being of the same kind as ghostly creatures, they should naturally be eradicated. This poor monk acts on behalf of the heavens, and face is merely a personal obsession," said Kongxiang Monk as he continued to walk forward. Under the pressure of the Buddhist light, the female ghost cultivators let out agonizing screams.
"You wretched bald monk, you'll face the consequences." Knowing her chances for survival were slim, the ghostly woman, being nothing more than a ghostly creature, had nothing to linger for.
"Amitabha Buddha." The monk clasped his hands together, ignoring the ghostly woman's words, intent on exterminating them all.
Li Fan stared at the monk, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. At the center of his brow, a Sword Intent surged.
"Master, since you're from the Buddhist Holy Land, bullying some women and juniors like this is rather disgraceful." Just then, another voice echoed. On the rooftop at the back of the street, a figure appeared at some unknown time.
The Wuxiang Monk looked up, seeing a tall figure draped in a loose robe standing quietly there, exuding an invisible pressure.
"Demon!" The Wuxiang Monk's eyes sparkled with sharpness, staring at the tall figure. Li Fan also turned to look at the newcomer, sensing a strong aura of a Great Demon.
The visitor was indeed a demon, but appeared no different from a human.
The figure stepped down, and with barely visible movements, appeared on the battlefield, standing in front of the ghostly woman, facing the Wuxiang Monk.