The departure of Abbot Dingguang was far from peaceful.
Xu Qing felt great comfort, for this old monk had better discernment than those martial monks. When all the thunderbolts struck solely at him, Abbot Dingguang's eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and endless panic.
Under the tree, one figure was large and glowing, the smaller one was cloaked in a palpable aura of evil that couldn't be hidden—yet why did the strikes only target him?
Despite his shock, Abbot Dingguang's actions were precise, employing techniques like the Diamond Body, Protective Vajra Shield, and Immutable Mantra—all defensive methods he could muster, he enveloped himself with.
The black-gold alms bowl hovered inverted, and the thousands of incense blessings from Cizhao Temple poured in, making the bowl expand to canopy size, just enough to cover his form.
Beneath the divine tree of merit, Xu Qing and Xuan Yu were engrossed in watching.