"Who is it?" Luo Hao asked woodenly.
"You better listen closely!" Monk Zhi Cheng was furious, grabbed Luo Hao's collar, and lifted him like a chick, gritting his teeth and saying, "That person is someone you can never provoke in your lifetime. His strength is extremely terrifying. Previously at the Shaolin Temple, I had a bit of a conflict with him, which alarmed the Eighteen Arhats. As a result, the Eighteen Arhats were no match for him at all!
Not only the Eighteen Arhats, but even the Great Success Abbot of Shaolin Temple was defeated by him. Now tell me, can you afford to provoke such a person?"
"What?!"
Hearing what Zhi Cheng said, Luo Hao's mind went blank, as if struck by a thunderbolt on a clear day, a blank slate!
A sense of unprecedented fear rose in Luo Hao's heart.
Luo Hao's whole body began to tremble violently!
He never expected that a person wearing ordinary clothes, seemingly poor, could be such a terrifying character!
