Hearing their words, Yang An snorted.
"You dare attack my Attendant Monk and think you can just walk away? Fine. If you want to leave, each of you will leave an arm and a leg behind. It shouldn't be too difficult for you, anyway.
Feel free to ignore me, but we'll see who you trust more: the Three Prohibitions, or me, the Buddha's Son."
The moment Yang An spoke, the temperature seemed to plummet to a freezing point.
The monks exchanged a look. They knew there was no escaping this, but it was better than losing their lives.
The next moment, all five acted at once, striking the person next to them. A series of wretched screams echoed out, and in the blink of an eye, the Zen Courtyard was a river of blood.
Not daring to utter another word, they abandoned their severed arms and legs and fled. The Immortality granted by their Visceral Stone level would allow them to recover; it was just a bit of flesh and blood.
"Do you want the power to kill people like them?"
