Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Tian Hong frowned, slamming his iron rod heavily into the ground, causing the Venerable Miaodi, who was standing not far away, to shudder: "Bald monk, you're about to die, what else do you want to say?"

Venerable Miaodi raised his head, his gaze passing over the three people and looking at the sky obscured by thick fog, a compassionate expression on his face.

"Today, this humble monk knows that I cannot escape my fate! But out of compassion for the Buddha, there is something concerning the life and death of these three benefactors that I must tell you before I die!"

"Monk, what do you want to say? Hurry up!" Sun Sheng, who was also preparing to make a move, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the appearance of Venerable Miaodi.

"Just now, this humble monk observed the faces of the three benefactors and noticed a faint black aura swirling between their brows. This is a very ominous sign!"

"Especially this benefactor wielding the knife, although the demonic energy within you is powerful, it is already showing signs of backlash!"

"If I am not mistaken, one of the three of you will surely face a calamity today!"

As Venerable Miaodi spoke, he began to ramble on.

We should try to stall for as long as possible.

Song Tiansheng stared at him expressionlessly, seemingly wanting to see how he would continue his act.

Seeing that Tian Hong's expression had turned somewhat gloomy, Venerable Miaodi ignored him and continued, "This humble monk has a method that can help you three benefactors resolve this calamity. All you three need to do is lay down your weapons, listen to the Dharma daily, and you will naturally..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Shut up." The veins on Song Tiansheng's forehead throbbed a few times involuntarily.

The next moment, his figure disappeared again.

Venerable Miaodi's expression changed, and he suddenly retreated backward!

However, it was too late. A dark blade flashed past his side, tearing his monk's robe and leaving a bloody gash on his arm!

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, that knife would have severed his arm!

"You bastard!!!"

Venerable Miaodi finally lost his temper and shouted, "I was speaking to you politely, and you dared to attack me! Do you really think I have no temper?!"

The halo of Buddha's light behind him, which was over ten feet tall, suddenly flew towards the sky!

Suddenly, countless phantom images of Buddhas and Arhats appeared all around, accompanied by bursts of chanting.

"The Buddhist World!"

Venerable Miaodi roared!

In an instant, the sky and earth within a radius of a hundred miles changed color!

Tian Hong, Sun Sheng, and Song Tiansheng, along with Venerable Miaodi himself, were all enveloped in this Buddhist world!

"This is... a domain?!" Sun Sheng's expression changed, and a burst of blue light surged from his hand as he slammed his palm towards the pagoda beside him.

The pagoda collapsed with a roar, but in an instant, it reformed in the Buddha's light.

"It's not a domain," Song Tiansheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked up at the sky above this Buddhist kingdom. "This is an independent space created by Buddhist supernatural powers. Interesting."

Venerable Miaodi stood at a distance, his body radiating Buddhist light, panting heavily.

Summoning the Buddhist world nearly exhausted most of his Buddhist power. But as long as he could hold off these three and buy Jian Wuhen time, it was all worth it.

In the distance, Jian Wuhen was transforming into a beam of sword light and speeding away.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly and turned to look behind him.

Although separated by thick fog, he could still sense an extremely vast Buddhist energy fluctuation coming from that direction.

"Venerable One..." A hint of worry flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and continued flying forward.

But this place is so big, where is Xia Jin?!

"Brother Xia, where on earth have you gone!" he couldn't help but shout helplessly, his voice echoing in the thick fog without any response.

Just when he was extremely anxious and didn't know where to go.

A familiar voice suddenly reached Jian Wuhen's ears.

"Sword Without Trace, are you looking for me?"

Jian Wuhen shuddered and turned around abruptly!

Not far away, the thick fog slowly dissipated, and two figures gradually emerged from it.

"Brother Xia!!!"

Jian Wuhen was overjoyed and transformed into a beam of sword light, swooping down and landing in front of Xia Jin.

Xia Jin frowned upon seeing Jian Wuhen's anxious expression: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Brother Xia, there's no time to explain!" Jian Wuhen grabbed Xia Jin's arm. "Come with me quickly! Any later, and Venerable Miaodi might be finished!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Xia Jin's eyes.

"lead the way."

Without much preamble, he uttered only two words. With a wave of his hand, a gentle force lifted Mu Qing beside him, sending him soaring into the air.

Without wasting words, Jian Wuhen transformed into a sword light and led the way.

Three streaks of light pierced through the thick fog, speeding towards the direction where Venerable Miaodi was located.

At this moment, the outcome of the battle was decided, and the halo of Buddha's light had fallen from the sky and returned to Venerable Miaodi's back.

But at this moment, the halo had dimmed completely. Venerable Miaodi himself was covered in blood, and his monk's robes were torn.

He was panting heavily, and the Buddha-like light around him appeared and disappeared intermittently, clearly indicating that he was nearing the end of his life.

Not far from him, Song Tiansheng and two others stood side by side.

Tian Hong, carrying an iron rod, looked at Venerable Miaodi with a mocking expression. Sun Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Song Tiansheng gripped the black dagger, his gaze fixed on Venerable Miaodi, a hint of seriousness appearing in his expression for the first time.

"Monk, you're not simple."

"To be able to fight three against one, withstand dozens of blows from my blade, and even summon such a Buddhist world. You deserve to be remembered by me."

"State your name."

Venerable Miaodi raised his head, his face covered in blood, but he did not answer.

His eyes kept glancing behind him.

"Bald monk, don't even think about it."

Tian Hong sneered, "You don't actually think someone's going to come and rescue you, do you?"

Sun Sheng, standing to the side, chuckled sinisterly, "Even if he has reinforcements, facing the three of us combined, he's only destined to die. Hahaha!"

Venerable Miaodi did not speak, but simply remained silent, watching Tian Hong and the other two opposite him.

Song Tiansheng looked at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Let's do it."

He uttered two words calmly.

Tian Hong had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Upon hearing this, he leaped into the air, gripped the iron rod with both hands, and slammed it down hard on the head of Venerable Miaodi!

At the same time, Sun Sheng also moved. He struck out with both hands simultaneously, and two cyan palm prints, like two venomous dragons, attacked Venerable Miaodi from both sides, sealing off all his escape routes!

Song Tiansheng simply stood there, gripping his short knife, watching coldly.

He disdained to make another move.

Tian Hong and Sun Sheng were more than enough to deal with a monk who was already exhausted.

As Venerable Miaodi watched the iron rod draw ever closer and the two palm prints that sealed off his retreat, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

In the end...

Is it just a little short?

However, just as the iron rod was no more than three feet away from the head of Venerable Miaodi!

A black streak of light crashed directly into them.

"What?!"

Before Tian Hong could react, a devastating force slammed into his chest!

"Bang!!!"

A dull, loud bang!

Tian Hong was sent flying by the punch, the iron rod in his hand flew out of his hand, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

At the same time, Sun Sheng was also kicked away by a tremendous force.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Venerable Miaodi was stunned.

A cold, stern voice rang in everyone's ears.

"You have quite the nerve to mess with my friends!"

Thick fog billowed, and a figure dressed in a black dragon robe slowly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Wuhen and the others, looking excited, ran over from not far away.

"Benefactor Xia! You've finally arrived!"