Hovering nearly two hundred meters above the ground, four Buddha statues—of gold, wood, water, and fire—floated serenely beside Liu Mang, radiating an oppressive force that made the Mad Monk's expression unusually grave.
Summoning the Asura was one of the ultimate techniques of the Great Saint Sky Xuan Temple, and it was also the spell of which the Mad Monk was most proud.
Now, to his dismay, Liu Mang had cast a similar spell, easily shattering the three Asuras he had summoned, and in an instant, the Mad Monk's arrogance was crushed.
If the Mad Monk had been slightly contemptuous of Liu Mang before, that slight contempt was now put away as he stepped back twice, standing side by side with Cui Jiuniang, "This guy is not easy to deal with."
"It's a pity he's alone!" Cui Jiuniang opened the black briefcase, took out the Dragon King's Order, and slipped it into her pocket, giving the Mad Monk a meaningful glance, as they both moved to attack at the same time.
