Ran Deng Buddha snorted coldly, planning to stand up and teach Sha Chen and his companion a lesson.
Indeed, he had been lying in ambush here, but he hadn't expected Sha Chen and his companion not to fall for the trap. They were even scheming against him from within the Flowing Sand River. He hadn't launched a forceful attack earlier primarily because he felt that the Black Tortoise Armor was indestructible; even for him, it would be difficult to breach its defenses with all his might. Doing so would nullify its deterrent effect, so he had retreated.
But now, he felt he could try to break the Black Tortoise Armor, enter the Flowing Sand River, and capture those two arrogant juniors.
However, just as he stood up, he felt a terrifying presence enveloping his entire body, so oppressive that he struggled to breathe.
In utter terror, he looked around wildly.
"Who is it?"
"This humble monk, Ran Deng, does not know which Saint I might have offended. Please grant your forgiveness."
