Although Chen Mo sensed it with his Spiritual Sense, he still felt a trace of guilt in his heart.
But these monks had been the ones to intercept him and act ruthlessly. If he had not been strong enough, what awaited him would have been capture or death.
So when Chen Mo injured and killed them, he also made it impossible for them to flee quickly when the missiles came. They were blown up right in their faces.
Every cause had its effect. It was merely the cycle of karma.
Amitabha!
Didn't monks love talking about karma? Then today, they could experience it for themselves!
And didn't they talk every day about meeting Buddha? Well, what a coincidence—they were really going to meet Buddha now!
Eh, granting others' wishes and fulfilling their ideals—didn't that mean he had done a good deed?
Mm! Good people should do good deeds often!
What a good person!
Chen Mo silently gave himself a thumbs-up, then pushed off with his feet and sped away. The guilt in his heart also faded considerably.
Behind him, the old monk still stood on the vitrified ground in the distance, his expression filled with grief and indignation. It was not caused by the pain of his injuries, but by the utterly tragic scene around him.
The center of the explosion had formed a Big Pit dozens of meters across. The entire area spanning dozens of meters had nearly been vitrified. Although this was not a Special Bomb, it was an enhanced version, perhaps fitted with a warhead that produced intense burning heat, resulting in such a scene.
The injured monks lying on the ground had basically all perished here. Most of the monks who had been shouting moments ago had already fallen silent, their bodies scorched and blackened from