The moment Li Qiming finished speaking, everyone looked at one another.
Master Wuxiang and Hongming were also rather speechless, but on second thought, it really did make sense.
From beginning to end, Li Qiming had not taken the initiative to attack.
Master Wuxiang's expression darkened to the extreme. His narrow eyes locked onto Li Qiming, but he had no reason to attack him.
After all, he was an eminent monk of the Buddhist Kingdom. Mindful of his status, he would not quibble with such a junior.
Yet he felt immensely displeased inside.
In the end, he could only snort coldly.
The Buddhist light around him blazed brilliantly, and the pressure of his martial aura swept in all directions, crushing the breath from the monks.
Yet Li Qiming's expression did not change.
Suddenly.
"Amitabha. This old monk is Master Kongxin, abbot of Golden Sun Temple. Benefactor Qiming, Master Wuxiang is at the Half-Step Yang Refining realm. I fear you are no match for him. This is a calamity of Golden Sun Temple and has nothing to do with you. Go down the mountain."
Master Kongxin said in a deep voice.
No matter what, Li Qiming had just stepped in and suppressed Master Wuxiang and his disciple.
Naturally, Master Kongxin held some goodwill toward Li Qiming.
But he did not wish for such a prodigy to perish here.
That would become Golden Sun Temple's sin.
Besides.
In Master Kongxin's eyes, the other party's identity as a Silver Badge Demon Catcher was somewhat sensitive.
He did not want too much entanglement.
"Amitabha, to be honest with you, Master Kongxin, I came here to study the Supreme Buddhist Dharma and dispel the power of the curse upon me."
"I hope you will grant my request, Master."
"As for Golden Sun Temple's crisis today, I