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The power of the Absolute Masters, the Eight Empyrean Overlords, was truly amazing. They surpassed the limits of humanity and were called Divine Might.
The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Divine Monk Hui Mian, was one of those Eight Empyrean Overlords. While he was impressive in his youth, he had become untouchable in his elder years.
No matter how strong the Western Domination Guardian or the Wind Demon Squadron were, they couldn't properly display their power in front of the Divine Monk.
This became even more apparent due to their poor compatibility. Normally, the match should have ended long ago.
However…
"What are you doing…" Hui Mian groaned.
"Hong Gao."
His pupils, usually steady and unaffected by anything, now trembled as if shaken by an earthquake.
"Master," Hong Gao responded shakily, his voice heavy with emotion as if his heart was being torn apart.
"Please forgive this worthless disciple for going against your decision. However, there's nothing that can be done."
Hong Gao’s fist was stopped mid-air by Hui Mian’s hand. That fist had been aimed at Shaolin Temple’s sworn enemy, Fang Fotong.
An hour earlier, the Shaolin Temple and the Wind Demon Squadron had clashed in front of the Righteous Faction alliance in Shanxi.
It was a battlefield where one couldn't see even an inch ahead or tell which way was up or down.
While the Righteous Faction usually looked down on the Demon Cult, the cult's strength was actually...
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