Ye Fan killed four monks in succession, even slaying a Great Saint in a single move. The Great Thunderclap Temple could no longer sit still.
The bells of Mount Sumeru rang again. Buddhist light shone everywhere, and mighty golden radiance pressed toward Ye Fan and his companions with an overwhelming aura. Everyone immediately retreated ten thousand miles and flew upward, leveling with Mount Sumeru's summit.
Rows of temples appeared atop Mount Sumeru. A bronze plaque hung over one hall, bearing the words "Great Thunderclap Temple." An emperor's aura lingered within the lettering; clearly, the Amitabha Great Emperor had carved it.
Inside the hall stood five hundred Golden-Body Arhats, all Saints, radiating powerful auras. Deeper within sat a mysterious expert wearing a golden crown, cross-legged in solemn majesty, Buddhist light shining around her. This mysterious expert was a woman. However, she had not appeared, so Ye Fan and his companions could not see her.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, you killed four monks of our Mount Sumeru in one stroke, creating boundless karmic bloodshed. What a sin, what a sin."
"Benefactor, you should let go of your obsession."
An old monk at the Great Saint Eighth Heaven stood in midair, palms joined, his face sorrowful as he murmured an account of Ye Fan's sins.
But seeing the straw hat on Ye Fan's head left the old monk utterly baffled. The young man was quite handsome, yet he insisted on wearing a shabby straw hat. How bizarre.
"Old monk, you're in charge of the Great Thunderclap Temple, aren't you? Send my disciple down the mountain immediately, or I'll tear your Great Thunderclap Temple apart."
Ye Fan declared his stance with overbearing confidence, pressing his powerful aura toward the old monk.
"Bald thief, you converted someone else's disciple into a slave! You've lost every shred of