"Come out."

Xu Hao looked at the direction on his left front and said indifferently.

"Is someone there?!" Ge Danwei looked in that direction in shock. With his eyesight, he couldn't see anything at all.

"Hahaha! As expected of a strong expert from Huaya, truly impressive!"

With a loud laugh, a monk wearing a yellow robe, with a bald head and twelve scars on his head, walked out.

His left shoulder was exposed, his robe wrapped around him casually, looking very uninhibited and extremely strong.

Xu Hao frowned slightly and said, "Who are you? Why are you obstructing me here?"

The monk clasped his palms together, and instead of chanting a mantra like a normal monk, he said directly, "My name is Jing Yi. Originally, I didn't intend to only stop you but all foreigners coming here. However, my master sent me a message specifically to stop you."

"Why?" Xu Hao asked coldly.

"Benefactor, you clashed with Mr. Doug in Binei City. Mr. Doug is a friend of my master. He asked my master for help, and my master will surely lend a hand. So now, either you end your life here, or I will cripple you. Whether you live or die then is not my concern, as monks do not kill." Jing Yi clasped his hands together and spoke gently.

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After listening to him, Xu Hao laughed out loud, "You sure have a way with words. You will cripple me, leave me unable to move, and I will definitely die here. But you say monks don't kill. Truly remarkable."

Jing Yi said, "Benefactor, you misunderstand. I only accidentally used too much force while sparring with you. Even if you die later, it just means your sin is too heavy in this life and you need to wash away your sins in Hell ahead of time."

"Remarkable, remarkable, you monks truly have a way with words!"

Even Xu Hao had to admire them. These people could turn a death into life and vice versa. Even if you died because of them, they could still completely absolve themselves of any responsibility.

Passing through a myriad evils without a speck of sin!

Ge Danwei angrily said, "These monks are too shameless, blatantly lying with their eyes wide open!"

Xu Hao's eyes instantly turned cold, "A mere monk dares to obstruct my path; truly laughable. If your master came personally, maybe it would have some effect."

"Hmph! To stop a mere grandmaster level expert from Huaya, my master doesn't need to come personally!"

Jing Yi coldly snorted and clasped his fists, "You have three minutes. If you do not cripple your own cultivation, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"So, I have given you face, yet no one has ever dared to force me to cripple my cultivation. Perhaps, I need to make a name for myself here in Myanmar."

Xu Hao sneered and said directly, "Make your move then, let me see the strength of a monk who cultivates the Arhat Golden Body."

"You really are extraordinary, to see at a glance that I cultivate the Arhat Golden Body." Jing Yi said, slightly surprised.

Xu Hao sneered, "Monks from Myanmar and similar countries merely cultivate Arhat Golden Body, Eight Treasures King Seal, etc. But the Eight Treasures King Seal requires the Arhat Golden Body to reach the Minor Achievement Realm and a high level of spiritual cultivation to be able to practice. Obviously, you haven't reached that level."

"You... you actually look down on me like this! I am the most outstanding disciple in our monastery, a rare talent in a century, highly likely to inherit my master's mantle!"

Hearing Xu Hao's merciless denigration, Jing Yi felt a surge of anger. Despite being in his thirties, he was close to achieving the Minor Achievement Realm in the Arhat Golden Body, often praised by his master as a once-in-a-century genius.

"A rare talent in a century? That is only because there are too few talented people here." Xu Hao struck him again without mercy.

Jing Yi's state of mind became increasingly unstable. He raged, "Ah! You deserve to die! I will cripple you!"

He immediately activated the Arhat Golden Body, his entire body glowing faintly with golden light as he punched toward Xu Hao.

Xu Hao chuckled lightly, then drew the Feng Yi Sword and stabbed forward.

Jing Yi sneered, "A mere short sword trying to pierce my Golden Body? Dream on! I..."

But before he finished, the Feng Yi Sword directly pierced his chest.

"Pfft!"

The short sword almost completely embedded within, and Xu Hao quickly withdrew the sword.

"Bang!"

Jing Yi fell to the ground, eyes full of shock.

Bright red blood flowed unrestrainedly from Jing Yi's chest, soon covering the ground.

He looked down at his wound, knowing that his heart had been shattered, and now he was only holding on by a single breath, with no chance of survival.

Even if his master, or a Daluo Golden Immortal, were present, he couldn't be saved.

Death was certain!