Clang!
The golden foil, sliced in half, fell to the ground with a crisp, melodious sound.
At the same time.
The old monk from before spat blood and collapsed to the ground, terror in his eyes.
He never imagined that Xu Wendong could destroy this golden bowl. It was a genuine magic artifact, after all.
Unlike the Taoist magic artifacts, the ones from the Buddhist Sect are as powerful as spiritual artifacts.
He couldn't believe that Xu Wendong, using a longsword condensed from True Qi, could destroy the Buddhist magical instrument with a wave of his hand.
And he had already refined that magic artifact, sharing its glory or its downfall.
So, death was his fate.
"You all can die too!" Xu Wendong waved his hand, and a sword qi burst forth, instantly killing those monks.
Only Monk Kongwen remained at the scene, but he was already gravely injured and had no combat strength left.
