"Haha..."
Ding Ling laughed loudly, not expecting to encounter such trivial matters at this time. However, he was not someone who feared trouble, and immediately said:
"If you want to engage in a duel with me, you must be prepared to be killed. I do not strike lightly; when I do, blood will surely be shed."
"Truly arrogant."
The old monk, enraged:
"Donor Ding, you set fire to Shaolin, stole the Secret Manual, stubbornly unyielding, extremely murderous, and now dare to speak such arrogant words. Truly, you are clueless."
"I don't want to waste words with you."
Ding Ling's face darkened, he waved his hand, and a surge of Vigorous Qi flew out, snap! Instantly capturing the Heaven-Swaying Sword placed at the bedside.
Clang!
Ding Ling drew the sword, pointed it at the group of monks, and coldly said:
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get lost immediately!"
Upon saying the last word 'get lost.'
Shezhan Spring Thunder!
Roar!
