"The fruit of today was planted by deeds of old. Since this old man could raise you all up, he can naturally destroy you as well."
"You people are nothing but a calamity if left alive. If I let you go, the common people of the world will suffer for it."
"So the best course now is to keep you here."
"This poor monk has done many wrongs in his life. But now, at death's door, this poor monk can at least make amends for some of the mistakes he once made."
The abbot slowly walked forward through the main hall. With every step he took, his aura grew stronger.
"Run... run! This old bastard is burning his last reserves of vital essence! Run!"
"Damn it, it's not like we really wanted to kill your disciples. Is this really necessary?"
"Go, hurry! Once he returns to his peak, we're all dead!"
At this moment, the monks' faces were filled with terror.
They were afraid. At last, they were truly afraid.
The old man was burning the last of his vital essence, trying to reclaim the combat strength of his prime. If he returned to his peak, every one of them would die.
A grand cultivator at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Realm in his prime was no joke.
Among them, the strongest was only at the sixth level of the Golden Immortal Realm. Not one had reached the eighth level.
Watching the terrified expressions on the monks' faces, the abbot smiled—a smile of great delight.
"So... you have days when you are afraid too."
"You were all raised by this old man, yet I never expected you to become like this."
"In that case, come with this old man. Consider it as though this old man had never