"Master, it's time for you to go back to sleep.
You might not like it so much when you've seen what your beloved disciple, Long Kong, did to the West Monastery."
Long Yong gritted his teeth, took a breath and with a loud roar, pushed the spear away from him.
The golden arhat and Mo Chan were also pushed a step back.
Dang!
The dark arhat engulfing Long Yong tried to punch at Mo Chan, but its fist was grabbed by Mo Chan's golden arhat.
The golden arhat then tried to pull the dark arhat towards it.
Long Yong tussled at first, trying to stay put where he was.
But after a few moments of struggle, he suddenly lunged forward going instead.
Bam!
He successfully knocked Mo Chan down onto the ground.
Dang.
Dang.
Dang.
The dark arhat rained down punches at the golden arhat.
Slowly, the golden arhat gradually turned more transparent as it went on.
The huge bell also turned more transparent.
