Chapter 96

Although the battle between those two evil sword immortals left Lin Moyu bewildered, the two contestants who took the stage next filled him with anticipation, for among them he recognized a familiar face. The spiritual Qi vortex churned up by the Vajra Subduing Pestle tore a fissure at the edge of the arena. Fatian stepped barefoot onto the green jade tiles, and the Sanskrit characters of the *Diamond Sutra* lit up one by one beneath his soles. He gazed at the white-robed cultivator standing three zhang away with a brush in hand, while the swastika Buddhist symbol on his chest grew faintly hot—the threads of destiny winding around the Heavenly Fate Pavilion cultivator were continuously eroding the protective Buddhist light of Fatian's Brahma Battle Body. "The sea of bitterness is boundless, why not return early, Benefactor?" Fatian's voice boomed like a giant bell, sending ripples across the defensive grand array. He deliberately slowed the speed of his hand mudras, his finger joints cracking as he secretly formed the Great Vajra Wheel Mudra, while the three Dharma eyes at the tip of the subduing pestle quietly gathered power.