Cao Shi's arrogant demeanor immediately incited the monks' wrath.
Those usually kind-hearted monks now glared with wide angry eyes, their Zen staffs vibrating with a humming sound in their hands.
Master Mingku, the head of the Precepts Hall, struck his iron Zen staff onto the ground, causing the bluestone floor to crack with web-like patterns.
"Amitabha Buddha!" Master Mingku's voice was as resounding as a great bell, "To kill this scoundrel is immeasurable merit!"
The Eighteen Copper Men Formation instantly formed, their bronze rods whisking with a whistling wind.
Though restrained by the precepts from breaking the killing ban, the true meaning of demon suppression in their staff techniques had reached perfection.
If they really fought, a single strike could shatter bones without taking a life.
Outside the grand entrance, a murderous aura condensed like frost, yet Mr. Beifeng, sitting in a pool of blood, slowly raised his withered palm.
