"Senior brother, out of the camaraderie between fellow disciples, I tirelessly advise you with these words, hoping you realize the difficulty and retreat, avoiding unnecessary sacrifice. Since you don't appreciate it, we'll just have to resort to fists and kicks!"
Upon finishing speaking, the Barefoot Monk glanced at the dilapidated old hall of Dazhu Temple and let out a heavy sigh.
"Pitiful is the legacy of Dazhu Temple, standing for a million years, but today shall be entirely destroyed!"
The old Monk sighed as well, "The saddest part is, you, who grew up in Dazhu Temple since childhood, now have to personally destroy it. If our master knew in the Netherworld, he would surely be heartbroken. How will you face him when you meet in the Netherworld!"
