"Xiang Yang, you finally showed yourself. You ambushed and killed Eight Leaves, the protector of our Ku Hai lineage, then secretly harmed my junior brother. Today, we'll settle this debt on the Life and Death Arena. Do you have any last words?"
Casting Yuanbao aside, Zhi Shan fixed his gaze directly on Xiang Yang.
His large ears fanned outward, his nostrils flared, and he actually spewed a stream of white vapor. Its heat surged like lava, while the killing intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.
Xiang Yang did not answer. He merely looked at the gluttonous fat monk from years ago, who had now transformed into the Buddhist Son of Kasyapa Temple—gentle and handsome, and even wielding the Pure World Buddha Tablet. The twists of fate were truly impossible to fathom.
"Brother Xiang, since this matter began because of me, I should be the one to act. You shouldn't have come."
Seeing how greatly Xiang Yang had changed as well, Monk Yuanbao gave a bitter smile, shaking his head with a sigh.
The two had met in their youth. Though they had not spent much time together, their friendship was anything but ordinary. Since Xiang Yang could kill an Eight Leaves he had never even met for Yuanbao's sake, how could Yuanbao not bear the pressure from the Ku Hai lineage for him?
"Haha, Yuanbao, Yuanbao. After all these years, you're still the Yuanbao I knew—kind-hearted by nature. Very good.
"For now, I'll deal with this Master Zhi Shan first. Once this is over, we'll find somewhere quiet and catch up."
Xiang Yang examined Yuanbao closely. Seeing his remarkable strength, extraordinary natural gifts, and the Buddha Tablet in his hand, he knew Yuanbao's future was limitless.
His heart comforted, a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes.