169 The Prankster. (1/2)

The minds of everyone went blank after seeing this sight. Whether it was the arrogant youth or the guards, they all became pale with horror. At the same time, they felt a cold chill running down their spines.

Aside from that, they were also bewildered by the sudden gruesome death of the guard.

The old bald monk didn't even move a finger and there were no energy waves, he was still sitting in the same mediative position with his palms placed together.

However, the moment the guard was about to touch him, he suddenly fell on the ground while clutching on his head with his hands before he started crying in pain.

Not even a second later, the guard's head suddenly exploded and turned into a bloody mist with mangles bit and brain matters splashing on the ground.

Furthermore, the guard wasn't weak either. He was a peak Martial Lord. Yet, that weak looking old monk was able to kill him without moving a finger.

So one could easily imagine how formidable and powerful that weak looking Monk was. Just thinking about it made their hearts shivered with fear from the depth of their souls. They were all horrified.

Meanwhile, the arrogant youth's inner heart uncontrollably gave birth to a cold and icy fear as he was witlessly staring at Ling Chen without being able to a word.

After taking a deep breath, the arrogant youth managed to calm his shivering heart as he inwardly thought. 'This is a dangerous Monk.'

Even though he was quite notorious and arrogant, he wasn't that stupid. At this moment, he had a solemn expression on his face. He could clearly tell that bald monk wasn't as simple as he seemed.

Even though the monk claimed that he was protected by the so-called Buddha's blessing, he didn't believe him. It was just a lousy excuse.

While the first part of his claim was just bullshit, the second part wasn't. The monk was simply warning him. Warning him that whoever attacked him or tried to touch him without his consent would have their heads exploded.

While everyone was still busy thinking about Ling Chen managed to kill the guard without lifting a finger, the calm and compassionate voice of Ling Chen rang out again. ”Amitabha, this poor monk has somewhere to go this morning, if your father wants to see this poor monk, tell him to visit the temple later.”

Even though Ling Chen had the power to kill all of them without lifting a finger, he didn't want to. Unless he had no choice.

Killing them would do more harm than good. He came here to collect good merit and karma not murdering people.

If words were to get out that he had killed a bunch of people in front of his temple, people would be afraid to come to ask him for help and he didn't want that.

He didn't want to be portrayed as an evil murderous monk. However, if these bastards thought they could take his kindness for weakness or thought that he's a pushover, he wouldn't hesitate to transform into his devil self and slaughtered them.

At this moment, the arrogant youth's expression changed again after being fixated upon by Ling Chen's gaze.

Even though Ling Chen had politely and indirectly asked him to leave, he viewed it as nothing but a provocation. This was a great humiliation for him.