The monks raised their heads in panic and looked at The Killing Gods in front of them. They were afraid and lowered their heads again.
"You're not going to say anything?" Shen Yiming sneered.
He walked over to the host and picked him up from the ground.
"You're the abbot of the incense table temple, right?"
"Amitabha." The abbot chanted the name of Buddha without any emotion and then closed his eyes.
"Very good! I like tough bones like you. " Shen Yiming mocked.
He waved his hand.
Two members of the divine sword guards rushed forward and took the host away.
The monks at the side wanted to stop them, but they saw them pulling out their swords and pointing them at them coldly. If they dared to move, they would cut them.
He was so frightened that he squatted on the ground again, holding his head with both hands.
