"Then don't blame this monk for being merciless!"
Monk Watanabe, facing Qin Heng's earth-shattering finger, showed not the slightest hint of panic. With a flip of his hand, a golden light flickered in his palm, and a three-foot-long Ritual Blade appeared! The blade's radiance was restrained, yet it burned with a crimson flame. Despite being only three feet long, it felt like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, intensely hot and radiating waves of heat!
"The blade's name is "Buddha's Wrath"!"
Monk Watanabe gently stroked the blade, his gaze fixed on the finger pressing down from the sky. His eyes were calm. Slowly, he raised the flame-enshrouded Ritual Blade in his hand and, with a smile, said, "A thousand years ago, a Saint from our sect used crimson flame iron from a volcanic region to forge this blade over eighty-one days. Qin Xuantian, to die by this blade can be considered a great fortune spanning three lifetimes for you."
Saintly Arms! This was a piece of Saintly Arms!
