Everyone was shocked to see Xuancheng sent flying by a single strike from Yu Huatian, without even getting close to him.
However weak Xuancheng might be, he was still a Heavenly Being. Yet he could not withstand even one strike from Yu Huatian?
That was outrageously monstrous!
But when they heard what Yu Huatian said next, everyone froze.
Old monk?
There was another expert in Shaolin Temple?!
Before they could puzzle over it, a long sigh suddenly rang out from the depths of Shaolin Temple.
"Alas..."
As that sigh sounded, even heaven and earth seemed to fall silent.
As though some rule had been touched, wind and clouds shifted in the sky, thunder surged, and somewhere beyond perception, an indifferent gaze devoid of all emotion seemed to turn toward Mount Shaoshi.
Horrified, everyone hurriedly turned to look.
Inside Shaolin Temple, an aged figure was slowly approaching the mountain gate.
The old monk looked quite advanced in years, with white brows, a white beard, and a face covered in wrinkles. Yet a mysterious aura seemed to linger around him, linking him to heaven and earth.
He did not fly through the air. Instead, he walked slowly forward with his feet on the ground, moving very slowly indeed.
Yet each footfall seemed to land upon the hearts of everyone present, making their hearts pound.
"This..."
"To think our Shaolin Temple had a senior with such profound cultivation!"
"Isn't that the old monk who's always sweeping the Sutra Repository? He actually knows martial arts?!"
"How is that possible?!"
All the Shaolin monks stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the gray-robed old monk slowly approaching them.
He still held his broom, making it obvious that he was the monk who swept the Sutra Repository every day.
Yet none of them had ever imagined that he