Facing the incoming golden longsword, Wang Ping couldn't gauge its power and didn't dare block it head-on. He had no choice but to use "Void Escape" again to dodge.
When he reappeared ten zhang to his right, Yu Lian called out a warning, "I see him!"
Connected to her consciousness, Wang Ping saw his attacker at the same instant. He was a middle-aged man dressed in the simple linen short clothes of a commoner. His hair was a mess, and his skin was dark and weathered, the kind you'd expect from someone who often toiled in the fields.
"You have violated the justice of order and the Human Dao. Your sins are monstrous. You are the most suitable sacrifice!"
His cold yet pious voice echoed in Wang Ping's ears. The golden longsword had returned, now hovering at his side. He formed a strange Magic Formula with his hands, looking like a great monk of the Buddhist Sect facing his tribulation.
