An Arrow Shot at the Divine Statue, Part Two

A divine statue that had stood here for more than a thousand years had actually been wounded by a bamboo arrow!

The vomiting old monk stared at the scene before him, so shocked that he could not put his feelings into words.

On the mountain path, Wang Xian took a step forward.

That single step left Hua Mantian below the mountain dumbfounded. Unbeknownst to her, her senior brother had merely taken one step, yet he seemed to have almost reached the summit.

Wang Xian quietly gazed at the Buddha statue atop the mountain. His face held no expression, as though everything was supposed to happen this way.

Watching the youth who had crossed the distance of a single cliff in one step, the old monk before the main hall grew solemn, and his gaze turned complicated.

There was shock, incomprehension, and anger.

The old monk took a step forward. He decided he could no longer tolerate the youth destroying the divine statue in his heart. One could say that the statue on the mountain had imperceptibly branded itself into the old monk's body.

To some extent, that towering statue had begun from the moment it healed the old monk's ruined body.

A wisp of divinity had remained inside the old monk. It could be said that he and the divine statue shared the same glory and the same ruin!

Wang Xian did not know what the old monk was thinking.

He only wanted to destroy the divine statue atop the mountain, then kill the old monk who had once tried to execute him at Nanshan Temple.

Even without Fat Head Monk blocking the army from breaching the dam today, he, the old monk, and Fat Head Monk had long since become locked in a life-and-death grudge.

He had returned to