The old monk glanced at the shattered golden light scattering across the sky, never expecting that Zhang San was not only proficient in rune formations,
but could also precisely locate the multiple array eyes within this Demon Subduing Array and then shatter them all at once.
This mastery of formation must surely surpass my own.
Technique cannot defeat technique.
Martial style cannot overcome martial style.
Rune cannot manipulate rune.
At this moment, the old monk looked at Zhang San and felt a sense of despair.
All his life, he had pursued three paths to cultivate to the extreme, pursuing perfection.
The result? Just after leaving seclusion down the mountain, the first opponent he encountered was this strong.
Or could it be that all cultivators in the world are this powerful?
"Benefactor Zhang, although I know I am probably not your match, I am still a little unwilling. Those are human lives! How can one casually speak of life and death?"
