The scene was one of sheer astonishment. Two transcendent beings from the modern world had just effortlessly subdued the scions of celestial lineages. Those present, descendants of illustrious immortals, found themselves bested by individuals who bore the true essence of immortal bloodlines. 0

Huang Ming, observing the scene, couldn't help but express his amazement, "This monk truly is formidable." There was an undeniable sense of the extraordinary about Wang Xuan and his companion.0

A low murmur arose among Zhou Shiqi's group, one suggesting, "Perhaps it's a predestined revelation from the Buddhist sect, placing a Golden Arhat among us in this era."0

One of Cao Qingyu's associates stepped forward, eager to challenge the so-called monk. Yet, before he could act, he was restrained by a comrade.0

Chen Yongjie, overhearing their remarks, bristled with irritation. Internally he protested, "Do I really look like a monk to them?" In response, he forcefully kicked the man in casual jeans and a T-shirt away, wielding his black sword with a daunting presence that silenced the crowd.0

The observers were left speechless. Chen Yongjie's aura, radiant with Buddha's light and displaying the formidable Sixteen-Foot Golden Body technique of Buddhism, left little room for denial about his spiritual lineage.0

Huang Ming, analyzing the situation, whispered, "Well, given his practice of Buddhist techniques, isn't he akin to a Buddhist lay practitioner? Referring to him as a monk...0