Master, He's Alive

"Master, he's alive!"

Wang Ye looked somewhat surprised as he cried out.

Maitreya shot Wang Ye a dark look and held back his words.

Didn't you fucking know he would come back to life?

What delighted him, though, was that perhaps because of his severe injuries, his aura had weakened somewhat, creating the current situation.

Wang Ye was the strongest!

After reviving, the old monk's eyes were still somewhat muddled as he charged straight at Wang Ye.

"Master, hurry up and help me beat him!"

Wang Ye seemed to panic. He turned and ran, shouting nonstop.

But Maitreya became leisurely instead, lazily sitting on Wang Ye's little stool and enjoying the scene before him.

He hadn't noticed before.

So sitting at this angle and watching this bastard fight for his life was this satisfying.

Was this what Wang Ye had been thinking all along?

Maitreya's expression became somewhat strange.

But soon, Wang Ye abruptly stopped. His gaze swept over Maitreya, filled with an indescribable meaning.

Maitreya seemed to realize something and cursed under his breath.

While fleeing, Wang Ye had unknowingly drawn close to Maitreya. At that moment, he slapped himself with a palm. The force was not great—not enough to severely injure himself—but instead...

He cut away his cultivation.

He weakened himself, not by much, until he was just a sliver weaker than Maitreya.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

"How long will it take you to cultivate back the power you just threw away?"

"Even competing doesn't mean you have to go this far!"

As Wang Ye's strength dropped, the old monk once again shifted his gaze to Maitreya. The distance between them was not far, and Maitreya was still sitting on the little stool, in an extremely awkward posture—

The next second, the old monk appeared beside Maitreya, raised