Decades of cultivation left Master Due with only one reaction in the face of imminent crisis: he instantly raised his prayer beads to shield his chest!
A harsh, grating screech rang out. The golden light of Master Due’s prayer beads seemed as though it had been smothered, dimming in an instant before a spiderweb of fine cracks spread across the beads.
They had been assailed by the malevolent, sinister qi of the rush-pith and completely lost their Buddhist magic!
Chapter 673