Why was Yuan Rong here?
What connection did he have to the Pagoda Temple?
A jumble of thoughts rose in Song Wen's mind.
Yet a cold gleam flashed through his eyes and vanished.
Whatever had brought Yuan Rong here, he had to die today!
It was time to settle their old grudges.
Just then-
A wooden pole descended from the sky, stabbing straight at the crown of Song Wen's head!
At last, one of the monks had attacked him.
This drew Song Wen's attention away from Yuan Rong.
His gaze shifted, sweeping over the nine monks above the city.
Since no other monks from the Pagoda Temple lay in ambush nearby, these nine could meet their deaths!
After killing them, he might even extract some useful information from their souls.
Song Wen casually waved a hand, swatting at the hurtling wooden pole as though swatting a fly.
Bang!
The wooden pole instantly shattered into dust.
"Hm?"
Li Ku, the fat monk, noticed Song Wen.
But there was not a trace of alarm in his eyes, only the delight of a beast spotting its prey.
"To think there was a slightly stronger ant here. In the Buddha's compassion, let this humble monk send you on your way."
As his words fell, several wooden poles shot straight toward Song Wen.
"You're courting death!"
As Song Wen spoke, he rose into the air, slipping past the incoming wooden poles.
The sight immediately drew the eyes of all nine monks.
"Kill him!" one of the monks shouted.
The next instant, magical power surged through all nine monks, and golden Buddhist light blazed around them. Some summoned magical treasures, while others formed seals.
Before they could finish casting, however, a scarlet Blood Tide erupted beneath Song Wen's feet, rapidly spreading and surging in every direction,