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With the Evil Qi expelled, Chen Yuan was already capable of manipulating weapons within a short distance.
However, he could only retract the weapons, not yet able to control swords or kill with blades from afar.
Atop the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged monk dressed in a grey robe retracted his Zen Staff, pressing his hands together in a single-handed prayer:
"Amitabha!"
The monk's gaze upon Chen Yuan was extremely grave.
From the collision just now, he could sense that the strength of the man in black might be no less than his own.
"Monk..."
A cold light flickered in Chen Yuan's eyes; after what had just happened, his opinion of monks was rather poor.
"Master Xuan Ci!"
Hope sparked in Yang Xiu's eyes as he lay on the ground.
The one who played the biggest role in injuring the ever-changing lord, Miao Renfeng, and even caused him to flee in a panic was none other than him; his strength was self-evident!
