Yang Shijiu, not glancing sideways and dragging his lame leg, slowly stepped forward. Only after he had walked a certain distance did the Martial Monks behind him simultaneously complete their motions, staring blankly as their attacks poured into empty space.
Stones shattered and dust billowed. The Martial Monks responsible for maintaining the temple's peace, the Precepts Monks that oversaw discipline, and Dian Zuo, who managed the Precepts Court—more and more monks surrounded Yang Shijiu. But around him, as if encircled by an invisible sphere, all interferences that entered its range were completely frozen solid, whether they were people or Magic Artifacts.
Even the three elders, previously guarding the Floating Tower, were unable to stop Yang Shijiu—they held Buddha Light in their hands but were stuck in place, unable to move, watching helplessly as Yang Shijiu brushed past them, laboriously climbing the stairs one level at a time.
