Since You Won't Give It to Me, I'll Take It Myself!

The sight left every monk present dumbfounded!

The fury on their faces froze in an instant, replaced by endless terror and shock!

"This... this..."

The three remaining Vajra Guardians stumbled backward in fright. They looked at Xiao Wuji as if he were a devil crawling out of hell!

At last, they realized that they seemed to have provoked someone they should never have provoked—a truly terrifying being!

"Amitabha. Your murderous nature is most pronounced, benefactor."

Just then, an old yet peaceful voice drifted slowly from the depths of Great Thunder Sound Temple.

As the voice sounded, an old monk with white eyebrows emerged from the void, one step at a time. He wore a worn-out kasaya and held a string of prayer beads, looking as if he were on his last legs.

With each step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet. It was a wondrous sight.

His presence seemed utterly ordinary, like that of a simple old monk.

But the moment he appeared, all the senior monks of Great Thunder Sound Temple bowed respectfully to him.

"Greetings, Abbot!"

Clearly, the old monk held an extremely high position in the Ancient Buddha Holy Land!

The old monk paid no heed to the others. He simply looked at Xiao Wuji with a calm expression, pressed his palms together, and gave a slight bow.

"May I ask what brings you to Great Thunder Sound Temple today, benefactor?"

He was neither servile nor overbearing, as if the Vajra Guardians who had just been killed in an instant were nothing more than insignificant ants.

Xiao Wuji looked at the sanctimonious old monk, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold, mocking smile.

He couldn't be bothered to waste words with these people.

Standing high in the air, he spoke like rolling