"Stop!" the young Monk roared. Behind him, a vast avenue materialized, the heavens and earth transforming ceaselessly. A Monk with a massive rosary hanging from his neck appeared behind the young Monk.
The figure behind him was not a Buddha or a large Image Form. Instead, it was an ordinary Monk, quite similar in appearance to the young Monk. He clasped his hands together in a wrathful gesture and held a brown staff in the other hand.
"Break!" The young Monk's slender body merged completely with the heavens and earth, becoming one with the Monk who resembled him. Together, they wielded the brown staff.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A claw so powerful that even Jian Wushuang dared not confront it directly was shattered by the young Monk's staff.
The staff techniques were formless, yet they could resist a Perfected Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, surprising even Jian Wushuang.