"Boom!"
A world-shocking killing intent soared into the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Boundless immortal light enveloped the whole world, and the poor little temple nearly shattered into pieces in an instant, subsequently being blasted into rubble by the force of the impact.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
A total of twelve golden tunneling lights burst out from the cramped temple.
As the golden light dispersed, twelve figures revealed their forms. The embarrassed look on their faces was almost comical.
Leading them, dressed in the Embroidered Jiasha, was Lingshu Bodhisattva, currently disheveled, with his delicate face inadvertently flushed with a tinge of panic.
Following closely behind Lingshu Bodhisattva was the old monk Yuan Jue, who also had a look of disarray, his saffron-colored kasaya even torn apart significantly.
The rest of the ten Quasi-Saints didn't fare any better, all in tattered garments, some with faces smeared with blood.
