Chapter 647: Why Does the Venerable Preach?

In the instant when two disciples of the Bodhi Sect fell dead,

the once splendid and magnificent hall, now in complete disarray, began to look unreal.

Including the glistening golden statue, which seemed like a passing cloud, it collapsed in an instant.

On the crowded street, a sudden surge of blood stench spread, causing all the passersby to stop astounded. On the bluestone pavement, only two pools of blood plasma remained, proving what had just occurred.

Far from this place on another street,

a man in a white robe, holding a wine jug with a drunken expression, suddenly sniffed and cleared his eyes somewhat.

He furrowed his brows, capturing the richness embedded within the faint scent of blood.

Meng Xiuwen performed a spell with one step, and his figure appeared in front of the two pools of blood plasma. He parted the crowd, bent down, and touched the bloodstain with his fingertip.