Amidst the thunderstorm, the Battling Monk, dressed in tattered monk robes with a large string of Buddhist Beads around his neck, radiated an awe-inspiring presence, his body shimmering with dazzling golden light.
Where the light touched, whether it was the rampant purple lightning in the storm clouds or the howling fierce winds, all were silently obliterated.
"Exquisite Buddhist technique... Saint Realm..."
A voice of exclamation rang out.
A middle-aged man, who had been hiding in the storm clouds, turned pale and suddenly turned to flee!
The Battling Monk watched the fleeing figure, snorted coldly, and suddenly clasped his hands together.
"Buzz!"
A giant golden Buddha manifested in the sky, its palm descending upon the fleeing figure.
"Boom!"
The fellow who was manipulating the storm clouds, creating natural disasters with thunder and fierce winds, didn't even have time to scream before being smacked into ashes by the giant golden Buddha's palm!
