"Amitabha!"
The Monk Wu Wang recited the Buddha's name, pressed his palms together, and closed his eyes, still standing in front of Mo Wentian, prepared to face death.
"Monk, do you really think I don't dare to lay a hand on you?" Mo Wentian's gaze was as sharp as a sword, looking down on the Monk Wu Wang.
"Island Master Mo, this humble monk knows there is nothing in this world you wouldn't dare to do. But if you truly want to kill Xiu Yuan Zhenren, then kill this humble monk first. Xiu Yuan Zhenren is the Alliance Commander, a snake cannot function without a head, and the alliance cannot be without a commander!" The Monk Wu Wang sighed.
"Old monk, get out of the way quickly!" Mo Xiaoxiao said, "My father doesn't want to kill you; don't force my father to kill you!"
The Monk Wu Wang stood silently with closed eyes, palms still pressed together.
