The sounds of Buddhism echoed across the entire shrine.

‘Monk Jiu Rou got here already?’ Feiyun was still fighting against Qian Qiusheng.

His battle intents turned into forty Heaven Battle Altars. They spun around like disks at the center of the hall.

“Boom!” Another massive detonation occurred.

Two heretics smashed through the walls from the outside and fell to the ground. Their clothes tattered as they vomited blood: “Venerable Walker, a young monk came with frightening Buddhist arts and freed the monks in the cages.”

“Hmph, how strong can he be?” The Death Walker, Shi Taluo, glared at the two with his frightening, green eyes.

The two heretics felt their insides becoming cold.

“He has two golden avatars with him and other Buddhas as his attendants, looking very similar to a young Buddhist Saint in the legends.”

The Death Walker sneered: “What a joke, the state of Buddhas...