In the vast expanse of Tian Yun Temple,
countless bald monks stood agape, watching the rubble and rolling dust where the temple had collapsed. In their eyes, Master Tianyun was the supreme living Buddha.
A living Buddha, supreme and immortal.
But now...
As the rolling dust gradually dispersed, they saw no sign of Master Tianyun emerging unblemished from the dust as Xiao Yi had before.
At the same time,
Little Lin had already slain all the Demon Arhats. With his current cultivation at the Heaven Venerate Realm, dealing with these Demon Arhats was as easy as picking something out of a bag.
The remaining tens of thousands of Tian Yun Temple monks were silent as cicadas in winter, kneeling on the ground, not daring to resist at all.
Even the strongest Master Tianyun and the eighteen Demon Arhats had perished.
Tian Yun Temple existed in name only!
