"What if I insist on entering the temple today?"
Ren Feng's face remained extremely calm, but after he spoke these words, he could feel the terrifying momentum emanating from the martial monks behind Jueyuan.
The discipline of the martial monks is comparable to that of soldiers. The power of a group of martial monks together is extremely terrifying!
"Amitabha Buddha, if that's the case, then I, this poor monk, have no choice but to offend you."
Jueyuan said calmly.
Beside Ren Feng, Liang Keqing couldn't help but speak up upon seeing Jueyuan like this, "My enemy is hiding in the Shaolin Temple, and I must avenge my father's death."
"Lady benefactor, I have already said that killing will only cause one to lose their mind. You are already lost; turning back is the shore of safety."
Ren Feng let out a cold laugh, "So you're trying to protect them?"
"Why do you speak of protection?"
