Chronicles Of The Shura Clan 169 The Prankster.

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 b.l.o.o.d.y mist with mangles bit and brain matters splas.h.i.+ng 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 s.h.i.+vered 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 s.h.i.+vering 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 bulls.h.i.+t, 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 compa.s.sionate 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 b.a.s.t.a.r.ds 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.

He was angry. However, He also understood that the old bald monk was very powerful.

If he was able to effortlessly kill a peak Martial Lord without lifting a finger, then what about him who was at the middle-stage of Martial Lord.

Nevertheless, he didn't want to back down in front of his subordinates. His eyes became serious, and then slowly spoke: " My name is Long Zheng and I am from the side branch of the Long Family. My father is a peak Martial Sovereign and also one of the five captains of the Blue Dragon City guard."

He knew that he wasn't a match the Monk so he could only show his backing, his Long Family.

Though he was born from impure bloodlines and came from the side branch of the family, his surname was still Long.

His position in the humongous and powerful Long Family might be at first meager, he was still a n.o.ble in the eyes of the people as his family owned the entire Blue Dragon City.

While Long Zheng was waiting for the Monk to start begging for his life and followed him like a dog to see his father:

Suddenly,

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Multiple deafening blasts could be heard as four of the remaining guards' heads exploded like an inflated balloon and turned into a b.l.o.o.d.y mist.

Their blood sprayed like fireworks as scalding rain of brain matters fell onto the horrified faces and shoulders the rest of the guards and the arrogant youth.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the rest of the guards, Long Zheng's heart sank from fear. He was now completely frightened due to Ling Chen.

He realized that the bald monk was a bit more terrifying than he had imagined. His legs s.h.i.+vered from fear while his heart thumpingly told him to get out from this place as fast as possible.

"Amitabha, oh merciful Buddha. I suggest you quickly leave benefactor, it seems like the Buddha Blessing is acting up again." Ling Chen said as he placed his palms together like a devoted and compa.s.sionate monk while he was staring at Long Zheng with an amiable smile on his old face.

However, this mere amiable smile on Ling Chen's face was enough to fill Long Zheng with dread. He felt as though the devil himself was smiling at him.

At this moment, Long Zheng realized that he wasn't talking to a monk but a devil. He didn't dare to waste time thinking and immediately turned around and leave with his guards.

"Old monk, I hope you don't regret your action today." He added with an extremely ugly expression as he was on his way out.

Looking at the Long Zheng and his guards leaving, Ling Chen couldn't help but shake his head and said. " Kids from great families are so hot temper, arrogant, and spoiled. They are nothing but walking disaster for their families."

"I wondered how the lad would feel when he gets home and realizes that everything was just an illusion." He added with a mysterious smile on his face.