BOOM—!
Lin Qingfeng commanded his Sword God Avatar to perform a sweeping strike. The brilliant light of its blade forced back Mr. Youquan and Xuehe, foiling their sneak attack. With a backhand palm strike, he then shattered Mr. Celestial Sword's azure lightning.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield.
The elder from the Profound Talisman Sect, the old monk from the Golden Light Temple, and the old woman from the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons had just arrived. They watched the platinum avatar in the center of the fray holding its own against three opponents. Their eyes flickered, each harboring ulterior motives, and they all tacitly agreed to bide their time.
The old monk from the Golden Light Temple was clad in a golden thread kasaya and held a violet-gold alms bowl, exuding an overwhelming aura of precious magical artifacts.
