One Punch Instantly Kills the Little Arhat, Who Can A Monk Blame, I Don’t Mind Sending You to Meet the Buddha Too

Buddhist cultivators that became Immortals were known as Arhats.

The green-robed Half-Immortal could tell that the elderly monk in red cassock before him was indeed an Arhat!

That kind of strength was not something he could handle.

"D*mn it!"

"I can't believe I met an Arhat here. I'm no match for him, so it's better that I retreat for now!"

The green-robed Half-Immortal took a deep breath and fled.

Upon seeing that, the elderly monk said, "Amitabha, being able to let go of your desires, your actions are truly admirable, venerable cultivator." 

The green-robed Half-Immortal became furious when he heard that.

'Letting go of my desires? F*ck off!'

'If I were as powerful as you, do you think I'd give up that item so easily?'

Meanwhile, the Little Arhat ignored him. Looking at the Immortal Dewdrop, he reached out to grab it with delight.