Within a fraction of a second, the Holy Monk's face turned deathly pale.
When it exploded, the energy fluctuation surged into his body, causing damage to his internal organs and meridians.
Pu Chi...
The Holy Monk spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Haha..." Li Mubai burst into laughter and said, "Old monk, I told you you're no match!"
"Alas..." The Holy Monk exhaled turbidly and said, "My heart is with all beings, but you kill for pleasure. If Buddha won't save them, I will, and if I don't enter hell, who will?"
Surprise Gate!
Open Gate!
All eight gates opened, and the Holy Monk's figure suddenly rose several feet, his body inflating like a giant balloon. He raised his right hand, and a massive palm descended from the heavens. This palm was overwhelming, as big as a football field.
"Hmph!" Li Mubai's face twisted fiercely, with a trace of sinister energy, as he sneered, "Old monk, you can't hurt me!"
Boom!
