Chen Yuan spoke in a tone not loud, but anyone could perceive the heavy killing aura within his words, and furthermore, he insulted the name of the Buddha.
Sure enough, as soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the monks of Gold Mountain Monastery below glared angrily at this blasphemer.
Fa Nan's eyebrows knitted in anger, with fury rising in his heart, his grip on the Zen Staff tightened, a tangible killing intent enveloped him, but since Fa Hai had not spoken, he knew it was not the time to scold.
The opponents' force was too formidable; one misstep could lead to the downfall of Gold Mountain Monastery.
Fa Hai stared at Chen Yuan, his eyelid drooping: