"Are you the Rebel?"
"In fact, I don't intend to waste words with you," Zhu Minglang said.
"I know I'm no match for you, but you'll have to pay a price if you want to get past me!" The one-eyed Arhat seemed to know something as he spoke with a determined look in his eye.
"Then you're thinking too much. You probably can't stop me for even one step," Zhu Minglang said.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang had already stepped onto the Arhat Platform and was walking towards Hua Chou's temple along the platform.
His steps indeed never halted, although not swift as flying, no matter how many White Monks were using their Divine Skills around him, they couldn't make Zhu Minglang pause for half a step.
Zhu Minglang kept walking straight ahead, one White Monk after another was killed by the Refining Ash Black Dragon.
Hearing such arrogant words, the one-eyed Arhat suddenly slapped his hand on the Copper Lotus, taking flight, and his body seemed to be forged from bronze.
