A fight to the death—this was the third condition!
If he made Abbot Qing Kong kill himself, wouldn't that waste a perfect opportunity to earn experience? This battle was indispensable.
Fan Lang's killing intent burst forth, lowering the surrounding temperature by several degrees. Within a thousand miles, everything was steeped in grim slaughter. The weaker creatures trembled in terror, and even the sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, losing some of its radiance.
"Amitabha. This old monk was destined to face this tribulation. Whether I live or die will be decided in this battle. Benefactor Fan, this way, please. If we are to fight, let us do so farther away, lest we harm the innocent." Abbot Qing Kong pressed one palm together and pointed outside with the other hand.
Without another word, Fan Lang flew away, leaving the bounds of the Compassionate Ancient Temple.
The monks saw Abbot Qing Kong off, and sorrow filled the temple from top to bottom.
Fan Lang's strength was plain for all to see. Most believed Abbot Qing Kong would undoubtedly die in this battle, yet Abbot Qing Kong himself had not completely given up.
Abbot Qing Kong had made certain preparations just now and used some means to increase his strength. Once the fight began, he could also take advantage of the Compassionate Ancient Temple's favorable terrain. It was not as though he had no chance of victory.
If he could defeat Fan Lang, not only would he preserve his life, but he could also reclaim the Tathagata Staff-Sword!
If this was a tribulation, then once he overcame it, a new world would await him!
"Amitabha, this old monk is off! Fellow disciples, take care of yourselves!"
After bidding the monks farewell, Abbot Qing Kong stepped upon Auspicious Clouds and flew