Although Meng Chuan's figure had yet to change, the pressure of wind and fist stance beneath his feet had shattered the ground into a giant pit. Dust gathered here, a whirlwind like a flood pouring into the collapsed cavity.
The faces of the monks changed dramatically, unable to comprehend how things had come to this.
Master Huaiyuan was acting for real, completely gone mad!
At this moment, Huaiyuan's mind was devoid of distractions; nothing else mattered.
He only cared about harshly punishing the disrespectful one before him!
Bai Bao's admonitions, Meng Chuan's identity, everything and anything.
All were cast aside in his mind.
The Buddha ordered him to do it!
But... Did the Buddha really instruct him to do that?
Meng Chuan looked up, and it wasn't the fierce visage of a golden-eyed guardian but rather an expression akin to a malicious tiger.
He viewed it with his inner self.
In his eyes, he saw the Heart Demon.
