Lu Zhou's expression remained the same. He stroked his beard, feigning confusion. "Mutual destruction? Aren't you overestimating yourself?"
'Isn't this monk trying to walk in Fa Kong's footsteps?'
If anyone else had spoken such words, the other monks would have leaped into a fit of rage and raised their rods to beat that person senseless before throwing the person out of the temple. However, this visitor was not a pushover. He repelled the 12 vajras with just a sound technique. There were not many monks in the Blood Sun Temple, but with their two karmic fire elites, they became renowned in the world. Every sect in Great Tang was wary of them. However, they could only suppress and hide their anger as the old man criticized the abbot.
"Have you mastered the karmic fire, old benefactor?" Fa Hua asked.
Lu Zhou was as calm as an old well. He looked at Fa Hua indifferently.
