These twenty-eight monks were each at least in the First Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, with the strongest at the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
Their cultivation levels varied, but all were below the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm.
None had surpassed the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. They were all still within range.
"Want to compare numbers?"
Seeing this, Yun Qiyue directly pulled out a Jade Talisman, poised to call for reinforcements.
Damn it, comparing numbers?
Did they think she had fewer people than them?
"Benefactors."
"If you two benefactors can kill Qingran, then this poor monk will have nothing to say."
"But if you cannot, then even if I must stake this old life of mine, I will ensure his safety."
"Benefactor Shen, Qingran has already drawn the attention of the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Central Region."
"This is already my greatest concession."
The old man said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Shen Muge.
"The Great Thunderclap Temple?"
A trace of gravity flashed through Shen Muge's eyes.
The Great Thunderclap Temple of the Central Region was a massive force, immensely powerful.
It had no fewer than three Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm experts.
Strictly speaking, she could not afford to provoke it.
Just what secret did Gu Chen possess that even a colossal entity like the Great Thunderclap Temple valued him so highly?
There had to be something suspicious behind this.
"Can you two do it? If not, leave now."
At this moment, Shen Muge looked at Ye Lin and the other man.
This grudge was hers.
If there was no opportunity now, then she would return another day.
Once she stepped into the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, who would dare stop her then?
The Great Thunderclap Temple?
Not even them.
"Sigh."
Ye