Lotus at Every Step

Upon the Palm of Mahavairocana, great rays of sun bloomed and even overshadowed the light shooting out from the body of the bright god of war. The air seemed to be sucked of its moisture, and the palm that was full of Yang and masculine energy slammed down to crush heaven and earth.

Ji Ya was looking solemn. It was rumored that the battle monks of the Vajra Region were experts of warfare. Now the 108 battle monks had turned into a matrix, everyone's movements resonating with each other's exactly the same. Obviously, this was the result of long and arduous practice, so skilled that no common battle matrixes could be compared.

His hand Pinching Sword Techniques made the light even more brazen. The bright sacred sword slashed out as if to break open the void, like a beam of light that was shot through the sky.