Monk Jiang Qing, who had used the power of non-phase to severely injure hundreds of top cultivators, didn't seem like a monk at all. His fiery temper was not weaker than those irritable top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave.
As he waved the Buddhist staff in his hand, each strike would severely injure several top cultivators.
"Senior Brother, you can't kill too many people." The clean-faced monk waved his palm and defeated several top cultivators who were rushing forward. He looked at Jiang Qing and anxiously reminded him.
"Don't you worry about it. I'm not afraid of this kind of killing Karma. As long as these evil beasts are not exterminated, I will not be at ease!" Jiang Qing said in a deep voice, waving the scepter in his hand even more vigorously.
The clean-faced monk shook his head helplessly. This Senior Brother of his even dared to disobey Eldest Senior Brother's words, so how could he listen to him?
The battle was in a state of white heat.
