"Amithabha," Red Dust uttered. "Donors, would you like to have tea with this poor monk?"
"Don't waste time and kill them as soon as possible," Wan Yanmei ordered.
"What a shame," Red Dust commented as he directly blocked her path. Meanwhile, Ying Zheng picked White Saber as his opponent, leaving the weakest to Sword Lifting.
The monk's body suddenly turned an eerie red-gold, followed by a killing aura so intense that it would put any Slaughter Dao cultivator to shame. He instantly appeared before Wan Yanmei and slapped her with his palm. The terrifying force behind his attack should have annihilated everything in its path, but as soon as it came into contact with Wan Yanmei's white hands, it evaporated. Red Dust was momentarily surprised, but that did not stop him. A pure red aura surrounded his hands before striking repeatedly.
