"If they die, you won't live either." A cold voice sounded again.
As soon as this voice fell, a figure appeared from the temple and walked over step by step.
It did not look fast, but it instantly arrived outside the temple.
The figure was a monk in a monk's robe. His clothes were similar to those of the lamas, but there were some differences. He had a majestic aura about him. He walked step by step, but he did not step on the ground. Instead, he stepped in the air, an inch above the ground.
Seeing this scene, excitement appeared on the faces of the surrounding worshippers.
"It's Dharma King."
"The Dharma King is out!"
"Ah, the Dharma King is flying!"
"This is a true immortal…"
"…"
Exclamations immediately came from the mouths of these worshippers again. This scene shocked them greatly. This was clearly a true immortal's method.
"Greetings, Dharma King!"
"Greetings, Dharma King…"
