The heavy rain poured down, forming dense curtains that blurred the whole world. The raindrops fell on the green bricks, tables, and chairs. As they hit hundreds of people, a layer of fog started to form as a result.
The rain was timely. It was like a bucket of cold water, acting as a wet blanket to everyone.
"You dare to kill?" Wu Qilin took a step back subconsciously, fear and anger in his slightly trembling voice.
"You dare to kill people in front of Buddha?" Chen Bingliang pulled out his knife from behind his back and smashed the green brick with his knife. He raised his arm and shouted, "War Spirit Wushuang is going back on her promise and killing people! Today, despite being in the Buddha's presence, she is showing her unrestrained behaviour. This will surely become a calamity in the future. We pledge to fight her to the end and ask Buddha to seek recourse for us."
