In the face of Zhou Feng's rude remarks, Guan Kong still maintained a calm expression because he was once like this, forcibly detained in this damned place by the previous bald donkey.
At that time, he was that impulsive, that ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.
Originally, he had assumed he could settle everything with his talent. However, here in the Central Plains, there was no lack of prodigies.
The so-called fortuitous encounters were all huge pits.
"Junior Brother, I'll leave the Wise King inheritance to you. I'll also leave this 10,000-year-old ancient temple to you..."
Guan Kong took a step forward. Spiritual Qi surged wildly, and the bell in the ancient temple rang.
Arhat Buddhas rose one after another, continuously chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Countless Vajra chains locked Zhou Feng. This was Guan Kong forcefully handing over the Wise King inheritance.
