Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Then he appeared behind Jin, his blood-soaked blade descending toward the monk’s spine.
But Jin, without looking back, planted his staff into the ground. Golden scripture flared across his skin, radiating a protective light. “Mantra of the Golden Body.”
The strike landed with a metallic clang, sparks flying. Leroy’s eyes widened. His blade, reinforced by his blood art, could not pierce Jin’s glowing defence.
“Shit! Shit! You think this makes you righteous, you temple dog?!”
Jin turned, staff sweeping in a fluid motion, striking Leroy’s ribs with the force of a hammer. The assassin cried out, spit and blood flying as he was launched backwards, skidding across the stage.