Master, Don't Get Distracted

"Ah, he's sneak attacking!"

Before the old monk could make a move, Wang Ye suddenly whipped his head around and shouted.

He had long known the old monk possessed a similar ability. There was no way he wouldn't guard against it.

As for why he had kindly warned Maitreya—

The stench of blood was too heavy.

Maitreya wasn't an idiot. He had already smelled it. Almost the instant the old monk appeared beside him, Maitreya clenched his fist, turned, and struck.

The sequence flowed seamlessly.

"End this quickly!"

"And find out exactly what his secret of resurrection is!"

Maitreya shouted in a somewhat low voice.

Wang Ye no longer had any interest in joking around. Pretending to be innocent could disgust people for a while.

But if he kept it up too long, the one disgusted would be himself.

"Not telling you!"

Wang Ye punched the old monk in the back, then casually drew his Ghost Messenger Blade from thin air and slashed down viciously.

Maitreya clearly had not believed Wang Ye would tell the truth.

But—

Couldn't he even be bothered to lie to him?

He stopped talking and took the front-line position, drawing the old monk's fire and creating favorable attack conditions for Wang Ye.

As the old monk's aura grew weaker and weaker, Maitreya's movements gradually slowed, his gaze fixed on the void.

A spatial rift had appeared in the void back then.

If he had seen correctly, there had been a bronze Buddha statue inside.

And the seemingly nonchalant Wang Ye had attacked without the slightest hesitation the moment he saw that statue.

So—

It wasn't hard to guess.

"Master, fucking hold the line!"

"Don't get distracted!"

Wang Ye had practically been about to sever the man's neck with a single slash when Maitreya was struck