Not That Loud!

As the saying went: strike first to gain the upper hand; strike late, and disaster would follow.

He Zhao clearly had no intention of inviting disaster, so he could only abandon martial virtue and launch a sneak attack to deceive the old monk Kongwen.

Facts proved that when the gap in strength was enormous, it was not something a few schemes, or even shameless, despicable tricks, could erase.

The old monk neither dodged nor avoided it. With a gentle, kindly smile, he pressed his palms together and stood fixed in place.

"Whoosh—"

The arrow produced by Baoguang Temple, capable of piercing the bodies of the Senior Brother pair from Wolf Mountain Temple when they were empowered by the Invoking a God Seal plus the Clear Qi of the Heart Mantra of Vajrapani Bodhisattva, passed through the other party's forehead without the slightest suspense.

Although the result was exactly the same for both sides, the process had been somewhat tortuous—or rather, far from satisfactory.

The Silver Feather Arrow had pierced through the old monk's head, but only as a visual effect.

In other words, the person before him was illusory. A fake.

"Illusionary Seal?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly knowledgeable. This old monk admires you."

A Great Hand Seal that could make a Dharma Master—namely Bushi Monk—run in circles and help catch more than a dozen waves of thieves was absolutely not something someone whose innate ceiling was Shami, whose strength at most rivaled a Bhikshu, could see through.

"..."

Good grief. Kongwen had been parasitized by Great Elder Fuzhen of Wolf Mountain Temple, and could also create dreamlike bubbles somewhere between reality and illusion. He really had hit the jackpot.

Leaving aside the old monk's own strength for now, Fuzhen, that Old Immortal alone, was enough to make Wang Bo,