"Worry about yourselves instead."
After dealing with Du'e, En Suo-fei turned his gaze toward the remaining Er Du. Unlike the isolated and helpless Du'e, Er Du stood shoulder to shoulder, facing En Suo-fei together as he charged at them.
Yet under En Suo-fei's seemingly effortless attacks, Er Du were beaten back step by step and left on the verge of death.
Just as Er Du were about to follow Du'e into death, a hand rested on each of their shoulders. Along with the chanting of a Buddhist invocation, a figure appeared.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, spare others when you can. I hope you will heed Heaven's virtue of cherishing life and let them go."
Who was he?
Not only did En Suo-fei, whose momentum had been forced back by the sudden appearance of this scruffy monk, fail to recognize him, but many on the human side, including Xu Kun, found him unfamiliar as well.
He was not among those listed to participate in this battle.
Only after Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, and the other Shaolin Temple monks examined him closely for a while did they say uncertainly, "Isn't he the old monk who sweeps the floor in the Scripture Repository?"
Sweeping Monk?
While the humans were puzzled, En Suo-fei, who had been repelled, wore an angry expression. "My prey, and you want to protect them too? That depends on whether you have the strength!"
Strangely, neither Frieza nor Xu Kun, nor even En Suo-fei standing so close by, could determine this old monk's realm. Just like no one knew when or where he had appeared, they could not sense the slightest fluctuation of qi from him.
It was as if this person did not exist at all.
"Amitabha. Sweeping the floor, I fear harming the lives of ants; shielding the lamp with