"What?"
"How dare you!"
"A mere sixth-grade magistrate, and you dare to lead troops against my Red Lotus Temple?"
"Our temple's abbot is an honored guest of the Prefect of Jinyang..."
Li Mubai ordered the kill, and a thousand strongmen advanced, arousing extreme anger among the Red Lotus monks.
The Red Lotus Temple has a thousand-year legacy, spanning three dynasties. It not only has the backing of the Buddhist Sect but also has good relations with major noble families and powerful officials of the state mansion. It is undoubtedly a local tyrant. A mere sixth-grade magistrate like Li Mubai, even the fourth-grade Prefect of Jinyang, wouldn't dare easily provoke them.
But now...
"Ha!"
With a loud shout, like a tiger's roar or a lion's roar, the first seat of the Arhat Hall with Gang Qi Cultivation leapt up. First, he used the Vajra Meditation Lion's Roar to stun everyone, then he flew through the air, charging straight at Li Mubai.
Capture the king to capture the bandits!
