Yang Ling drew closer, step by step.
The Arhat Temple monks finally came to their senses, panic showing on their faces.
It was not just that they had seen him leave Kong Luan covered in wounds after a single exchange.
They had finally realized why their abbot had not appeared!
Yang Ling had already gone after their abbot!
"Lord Kong!"
As Yang Ling approached, the monks hurriedly turned to Kong Luan.
Neither of Arhat Temple's two strongest fighters was there.
They were only Fifth-Grade Lesser Grandmasters. They had no hope of standing against an enemy like this!
"Yang Ling, are you really going to rebel?!"
The officials finally reacted. One of them, his face flushed, shouted angrily.
Yang Ling did not stop. He quickened his pace toward them.
Li Yuan and the other Iron Garments stared at his back, then at the blood-covered Kong Luan. They could not help swallowing.
They had no idea what to do next.
Xu Kai did not dare make a sound either. He stood at the back of the group, watching the scene in terror.
"Yang Ling, do you want your entire clan executed?!"
Seeing Yang Ling move faster instead of stopping, the official shouted again.
"Shut up!"
Kong Luan suddenly spoke.
Shut up? Yang Ling hadn't said anything, had he?
The officials looked bewildered. Then they realized Kong Luan was speaking to them, and their confusion turned to shock.
"Lord Yang is the Division Chief of the Iron Garment Division. How could he rebel?"
"The Iron Garment Division must have its reasons for searching and confiscating Arhat Temple's property today."
"Perhaps some villain deceived us and used us as his pawns."
Kong Luan dismissed his Divine Weapon Armor. His wounds had healed, leaving only faint marks.
He cupped his fists toward Yang Ling. "Lord