Dang!
The sound of a grand bell resonated through the universe.
The monks, who had just closed their eyes, reopened them with a hint of confusion.
Qinghua stood with his hands hanging down, his face filled with astonishment and giving up resistance.
The Wolf Demon maintained its slashing posture, but the casual look on its face gradually faded.
Amidst the tumbling golden river, the broad blade, unbeknownst to when, fell into a similarly thick golden giant palm, awkwardly frozen in mid-air.
A equally majestic Golden Body stood before Qinghua, straightforwardly catching the large blade with its flesh palm.
This simple scene alone drastically changed the monks' expressions: "Another Great Arhat has appeared in the world!"
The old monk and Hui Xin exchanged a taken-aback glance.
Both had been ordered to search for seeds laid by their sect over the years, yet they had no information about this one.
"Is this aura... could it be the one from last time?"