"Master, there's no need for the Heaven's Technique anymore, this Mad Monk is already doomed to fail."
Li Changxun's voice suddenly transmitted over.
While everyone was fiercely fighting, Li Changxun and Yun Ziliang were not idle. The two of them condensed a grain of sand within the prison cage.
This grain of sand, just like the drop of water Li Changxun condensed a few days ago, may seem insignificant, but it contains a force of slaughter that can sever nine sticks of incense.
"This grain of sand was condensed by me and the Ancestor Master together. Mad Monk, if you dare move even a bit, this sand will pierce through your heart, and you won't become a Living Bodhisattva but just a dead monk."
Li Changxun rarely had such a moment of glory.
Fish Monk looked up at that grain of sand. Being someone who recognized its value, he naturally knew that with his current strength, facing that grain of sand, he had no chance of winning.
