"How dare you! Lin Lang, you dare speak to our Holy Monk like that?"
"Get out of the way at once, or you'll bring disaster upon the Sun Moon Holy Cult."
"To think the Wudang Sect has colluded with the Sun Moon Demon Cult. Wudang is unworthy of calling itself a righteous sect."
The bald men behind the Holy Monk spoke up one after another. They were standing behind him, after all. They dared not fight, but they could at least indulge their mouths.
At any other time, where would they have found the courage to rebuke and curse Lin Lang?
"Insulting the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming on Great Ming soil-I honestly don't know whether you're bold or ignorant."
"But I'm a kindhearted man, so I'll still give you two choices. Surrender and come spend some time in prison with me, or die!"
Lin Lang would not burn with rage over their clamor. What was there to be angry about with people who were about to die?
The Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin pressed his palms together. "Benefactor Lin, the Buddhist Sect has its wrathful vajras too. If you still refuse to move aside, don't blame this old monk for showing the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming no respect."
Lin Lang raised his right hand and crooked a finger. "Come on, then."
At that, the Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin truly could endure no more.
Did Lin Lang think that because he could stop a junior like Song Que, he could stop him too?
Although he was slightly younger than Zhang Sanfeng, he was far older than Song Que, and he had mastered dozens of Shaolin Supreme Arts. In particular, he had developed the Arhat Demon-Subduing Divine Skill to an entirely new realm.
Even if Lin Lang possessed heaven-sent