Chapter 870: Lingering Sunlight Over The Huai River (II)
Meanwhile, the many cultivators on the southern bank were equally shocked. They all looked up at Li Xuanfeng in the air, expressions of joy appearing on their faces. They flew up to the pass one after another, each raising their dharma artifact.
Li Xuanfeng’s body shone brightly as he lightly juggled the arrows in his hand. At last, the north could no longer hold out. A monk soared forward on the wind, his muscular body tense and eyes wide with anger as he shouted, "Little demon, how dare you be so insolent!"
This monk, so different from the usual Buddhist cultivators with their few dharma artifacts, now stood on a golden cloud at his feet. He also held a crescent-moon spade covered in brilliant patterns. It was quite luxurious.
Only then did he ride the wind upward, immediately followed by a tall, thin monk with a constant smile on his face. His left hand rested flat against his chest, thumb and index finger pinching a golden ring. He said nothing as he silently followed.
Li Xuanfeng, empowered by the spirit artifact beneath his feet, shone with bright light that moved with his every motion. It did not just boost his physical strength and mana but also spread his spiritual sense across the entire riverbank. He merely glanced coldly as he drew his bow, golden light streaming past both sides of his face.
Buzz!
Although the two monks called him a demon, they didn’t dare to be careless. Their faces turned serious, and the smile on the thin monk’s face froze, as if facing a great enemy. He raised the golden ring in his hand.
The golden ring rolled and expanded in midair, revealing dense patterns. It spewed a hazy golden light that abruptly captured a speck of golden energy. The thin monk immediately beamed and commanded, "Collect!"
The dense clattering of metal echoed across the riverbank, making everyone’s ears ring. The thin monk looked tense, as if facing a great foe, and the burly monk quickly swung his dharma artifact forward, aiming to strike Li Xuanfeng.
The two monks’ brief obstruction allowed the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators behind them to finally reach the riverbank. The northern and southern cultivators clashed, countless lights rose into the sky, and roaring sounds filled the air.
Li Xuanfeng’s single arrow had been blocked, but his expression remained unchanged. He was renowned far and wide, so it was only natural that the north would send special dharma artifacts and cultivators to counter him. It was no surprise.