A total of 721 monks from Arhat Temple were trapped within the drawn prison.
Arhat Temple had 1,127 registered monks.
Another 406 were away from the temple for various reasons, temporarily escaping disaster.
At that moment, those 721 monks suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
They were bewildered and uneasy, not knowing where the feeling came from.
No, that isn't right. Master isn't some psychopath, and not every bald head in Arhat Temple could have ties to the Great Dream Dynasty.
Master definitely didn't mean for me to kill all these monks.
By the time of the Zhao State, Arhat Temple had become a first-rate sect. That means they ultimately took the same path as Master.
So "wipe out" definitely doesn't mean killing them all!
Yang Ling continued checking the mission details, but unfortunately, there was only one sentence: wipe out Arhat Temple.
There were no criteria whatsoever for completing the mission.
Could the real difficulty of this mission actually lie in figuring out how to complete it?
Yang Ling frowned, racking his brains.
Kong Luan's heart pounded with fear. What exactly was the man dissatisfied with?
Under his supervision, the confiscation had been extremely thorough. Not a single place had been overlooked!
What exactly is he after? Is there something he wants to obtain from Arhat Temple?
His thoughts raced.
The man's methods were terrifying. Even a lower third rank like him could not withstand a single move from him.
The most frightening thing was that the man attacked whenever he pleased, showing absolutely no regard for his position as Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
That was what frightened him most.
The man seemed to have nothing he cared about at all.
He was not remotely afraid of being branded an outright traitor and