The immense Ghost Hand tore through the dimensional barrier, and Maitreya Monk couldn't help but fix his gaze outward.
A blond man appeared, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk, his bare feet emanating an aura, stepping on rolling black winds as he approached.
Maitreya Monk: "???"
The blond Taoist lifted his horsetail whisk and lightly swept it, dispersing the black wind, revealing dozens of disciples behind him cloaked in capes, each holding a magic artifact, looking ghastly and utterly terrifying.
Observing his demeanor, Maitreya Monk momentarily couldn't determine the exact identity of this uninvited guest.
Originally, he had been confident in converting the Ma Family with the Demon Fox's help, about seventy or eighty percent sure. However, suddenly someone had come in to disrupt things, and it was unclear whether they were friend or foe.
