"Absurd! A dormant Sword Saint can still force me to this extent!?"

"Millennia of cultivation, humiliated by a mere youth! If I open my golden body further, my life will be forfeit."

"It seems..."

The Lustful Arhat halted, standing sixty zhang away from Meng Qingzhou. He recited the third ultimate technique left by the Buddha—Shakyamuni's True Words!