"Great monk."
"I will compensate for your Zen staff!"
What an extraordinary strength.
That Feilong Zen Staff was deformed completely, and before the aid of the nearby monk Bu-Chi could arrive, the young man executed a bizarre technique. It was clearly a staff technique but resembled a sword's cleave, akin to the Barbarian Race's Beheading Sword Momentum, and similar to the Sword Saint's Qi-Slash, concentrating all his power into one point.
Overall, it was extremely strange, unlike the martial arts of the Central Plains.
Crack.
The old beggar's head shattered instantly. With one strike from the Zen staff, even innate true qi couldn't protect it, and the head splintered like a watermelon, exploding into fragments across the sky.
"If it were a five-star whiteboard, it would be about the same as an ordinary legendary warrior."
The Westerners are tougher and more resilient.
