"Go to hell."
Watching the two brothers stand so united, Clear Heart truly unleashed a killing move at that moment.
Yet just as his hand was about to touch the three martial brothers, an incomparably majestic golden light sent him flying.
His body traced a beautiful arc as he flew straight out of the main hall, crashing heavily outside and vomiting blood nonstop. His eyes stared in horror at a gaunt old man emerging from the side hall.
The old man was little more than skin and bones. He swayed unsteadily as he walked, draped in a yellow monk's robe and trembling as he approached with a golden wooden fish in hand.
This old man, who could not even walk in a straight line, utterly intimidated the aggressive monks throughout the hall.
"Greetings, Abbot."
The monks lowered their heads and bowed, but as though he had not heard them, the old man walked to the cushion beneath the golden Buddha statue at the very top of the hall and sat down.
"This poor monk isn't dead yet, and you're already thinking of laying hands on this poor monk's disciples?"
The old man's voice was soft, yet every monk below shuddered.
Jingxin and the other two hurriedly came to kneel beside the old man. Jingxin's eyes held a trace of worry as he looked at him.
Master's condition was truly worsening by the day. I wonder whether Fellow Daoist Blood Baleful still remembers our agreement.
"Abbot, it's all a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding."
"That's right, Abbot, it was all a misunderstanding. It's over now, it's over."
"Abbot, there was a reason for all this. Junior Brother Jingxin was deceived by criminals, and he even handed Still Sea Temple's supreme treasure, Heavenly Dragon Water, over to someone for the sake