One Punch Obliterated the Little Arhat, Who Was to Blame? I Wouldn't Mind Sending You to Meet the Buddha Too

Those in Buddhism who attained immortality were also known as Arhats.

The Half-Immortal in green could clearly sense that the old monk in the gold-and-red kasaya before him was an Arhat!

That power was not something he could withstand.

"Damn it!"

"An Arhat, of all people! I'm no match for him. Retreat!"

The Half-Immortal in green drew a deep breath and retreated.

Seeing this, the old monk said calmly, "Amitabha. Benefactor, you possess great resolve to lay aside the greed in your heart. This old monk admires you."

The Half-Immortal in green nearly spat blood at those words.

Lay aside the greed in my heart? Screw you!

If I could beat you, we'd see whether I'd lay it aside!

The Little Arhat paid him no further attention, however. Looking at the Immortal Dew before him, a flicker of delight crossed his eyes, and he reached out to seize it.

But just then.

An invisible ripple spread outward, and the drop of Immortal Dew flew in a certain direction, as though drawn by an invisible force.

The Little Arhat's gaze turned cold. "What nerve! You dare snatch something right before this humble monk?"

He stepped forward, crossing the distance through space as he reached for the drop of Immortal Dew. But the next instant, an invisible force erupted and sent him flying.

"So I snatched it. What are you going to do about it?"

A cool voice with a hint of languor rang out as the drop of Immortal Dew flew into the hand of a young man in white.

Looking at the Immortal Dew in his hand, the young man opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing it before everyone's eyes.

The sight left everyone's jaws hanging.

After all, the energy contained in that Immortal Dew was immense. Even an Immortal