"How presumptuous! A mere child dares to slight the Shaolin as defenseless!"
After the previous hats were taken off, another middle-aged monk immediately stood up.
"Humph, Shaolin has withdrawn from the martial world for many years, yet the world seems to have forgotten us."
Tao Yu glanced at him and said sternly,
"Not at all, the fact that your fireworker monk killed the abbot of the Dharma Hall and then the dean of the Arhat Hall left in anger has indeed shocked us."
His words were tantamount to ripping off a scab, leaving the big monk who had stepped forward utterly defenseless.
Because of this very reason, even the old abbot had gone into seclusion. Why bring up the most sensitive subject!
"Today, I shall capture you and hand you over to the Pharmacist to see just how he teaches his disciples! My apologies for the offense!"
Having realized that he couldn't win with words, the big monk put his palms together, ready to make his move.
