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The brief battle between the two was indeed terrifying once the Silver Demon Bird reverted to its true form, shaking the townspeople to their core.
These residents of the small town had never witnessed such a sight, and were all trembling with fear in their homes. Now that the commotion outside had ceased, they mustered the courage to see the outcome for themselves.
The Silver Demon Bird had vanished, and there stood the smiling monk, alone on the desolate street.
Seeing this result, the townspeople let out a sigh of relief.
Though the might of Ban Poluo was unfathomable, his appearance was most appealing, lacking any sense of oppressive arrogance. Instead, he was enveloped in a glowing aura, his skin exuding a gleaming freshness, that upon approach, evoked a desire to worship him as if basking in the warmth of spring.
