He lifted his head and cracked a smile at the distant figure of the White Dragon Demon Buddha.
"See, the Buddhist Sect highly values cause and effect."
"This is the cause you planted on your past path to Buddha, now you reap today's fruit."
"Natural disaster turns into human calamity, Karmic Force transforms into Catastrophe Sword!"
"And you, little Demon Dragon, you can't do anything, but no worries, Great Master, you will be the last monk from Kutuo Temple that I kill."
"How does that feel, is it despair?"
The transformation of Yichen's Holy Spear was already half complete when Yi Chen had been listening to the grand drama on his way here.
Now, even under the night sky, it shone like the sun.
On the shaft of the spear, four distinct marks struck the eyes with their brilliance.
These four marks were a White Small Sword, a Purple Bright Pearl, Black Armor, and a Purple Copper Bell.
Yi Chen referred to the Holy Spear as half-transformed because of this.
