Go On
An aged voice rang out. The old monk looked as though a gust of wind could topple him, yet he drew everyone's attention!
With merely two or three steps, he arrived directly at the center of the grounds. Such inconceivable lightness skill lit a spark of hope in the eyes of Shaolin's eminent monks.
Shaolin had such a senior?
If it was a senior like this, perhaps there was still a chance!
They did not ask that he save the abbot, only that he grant the abbot release and preserve Shaolin's reputation!
The other martial heroes also revealed looks of amazement, eagerly anticipating a clash between dragons and tigers.
The Imperial Prince had casually sent the formidable Murong Bo flying, already shaking the world with his might. Now, another unfathomable old monk had appeared.
This trip had truly not been in vain!
"Go, Master!"
"We all support you!"
"You must defeat that evil king!"
"Please, save the martial world!"
"Go!"
"..."
Gradually, the voices of the martial heroes converged into one, unconditionally supporting the newly appeared old monk.
The Imperial Prince's attitude had already been clear: he intended to take control of and purge the martial world.
He held the authority of the imperial court, and his personal strength was enough to inspire despair. No one had any ability to resist.
This was the martial world's only hope!
Please subdue this great devil!
"Old monk, are you planning to stand up for Shaolin?"
Xu Yue looked at the Sweeping Monk with a faintly mocking smile, his tone casual and contemptuous.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, when one can spare another, one should spare them..."
As he spoke, the air around the Sweeping Monk completely twisted.
A three-foot-thick wall of qi appeared as though solid. A pressure as calm as still water,