The monks of Xinping Zen Temple felt their hearts stirred.
Judging by the situation, Chen Tang already has the upper hand!
The Zen Temple's reputation is preserved!
On the plaza, Zhaba's spirit was shaken, his momentum lost, unable to sustain any longer. The Outer Lion Seal and Great Vajra Wheel Seal completely dissipated.
He retreated several steps, looking at Chen Tang with eyes full of doubt and hesitation about whether to kneel.
"Zhaba, what are you doing!"
The Esoteric Sect Leader frowned and asked.
Zhaba turned his head to look at his master, pointed to Chen Tang, and stammered, "He, he seems to be..."
"Seems to be what!"
The Esoteric Sect Leader shouted, "He's just a lay disciple, don't let him confuse your mind!"
"But disciple seems not to be his match."
Zhaba mumbled, his mind in chaos.
