Pei San’s Transformation

"Martial Uncle." The young monk, Fan Kong, trembled as he cried out loud.

"Martial Ancestor!"

When all the Emptiness Realm Experts of the Mani Temple saw the head in Pei San's hand, the expressions on their face showed emotions of anger and fear. They were not sad that the Martial Ancestor, who had always been cultivating alone in a cave on the Buddha Mountain, died. They were just shocked and afraid. They knew that the death of the Martial Ancestor meant that the Mani Temple had lost in this battle.

"Just flee. We will rebuild the Mani Temple someday in the future." A white-haired old monk said to the other four monks with the use of the Sound Transmission Technique.

"Run!"