Golden Light Temple was bustling with activity.
Even though it was only early morning, many worshippers had already come to pray to Buddha. Hearing Zhou Heng's words, these people stopped in their tracks and turned their attention towards him.
However, no one stepped forward to intervene; instead, they all showed expressions of interest.
They wanted to see the excitement.
Monk Shanyuan was a well-known master in Yujian Mansion City, profound in Buddhist law and martial arts. Now, a young man had come to challenge him, an extremely rare sight indeed.
How could they not watch such a spectacle?
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Monk Tongzhen looked around and saw the expressions on the faces of the many worshippers.
A cold smile appeared on his face, and he turned his gaze toward Zhou Heng, about to speak, but he suddenly felt an overwhelming spiritual pressure wash over him like a tsunami.
This made it possible for him to open his mouth, but no matter what, he could not make a sound.
