"Such heavy-handedness! This poor monk was merely curious and ended up having my King Kung Divine Eye destroyed. This killing intent is even heavier than mine!"
The old monk was both angry and fearful. But recalling the terrifying aura of the person just now, he dared not make any further moves.
"Junior brother, do not act rashly again!"
"That person just now has already shown mercy. Remember their aura and never provoke them again in the future."
The abbot of Justice Virtue Temple sighed and extended his hand, gently passing it in front of the old monk's eyes.
"Your King Kung Divine Eye is destroyed, but this may be a blessing in disguise for you."
"Amitabha!"
With the abbot's withered hand brushing across, the old monk's bloody tears vanished. When he reopened his eyes, the divine light in them was gone, leaving only a pair of cloudy old eyes with no trace of divine power.
"This time I suffered a big loss!"