"Arrogant!"
"Insolent!"
The echoes of Chen Sheng's ultimatum—as cold as ice and brimming with killing intent—had yet to fade when several furious shouts suddenly shattered the deathly silence before the Golden Spring Temple's gates.
Xuanming, Xuan Ku, and several other First Seats were flushed with rage, their eyes practically spewing fire as they glared at the dark figure outside the array.
'A bloodbath at Golden Spring Temple?'
'This sacred ground of the Buddhist Sect, sentenced to annihilation with such contempt?'
Such arrogant words were a complete trampling of Golden Spring Temple's dignity.
"Arrogance requires strength to back it up."
Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips as he faced the monks' furious glares.
"And I... happen to have it!"
As if to prove his point, a chilling sound of countless mechanisms being drawn taut suddenly erupted from the dense military formation below.
