Luo Yao approached the monks directly, looking down at the unconscious monks with a glint of icy contempt in his eyes.
As he thought this, he also reached out and grabbed the monks by their necks.
There was a "crack" sound.
Their necks were crushed under Luo Yao's grip.
"Hmph, a bunch of fools who don't know whether they're alive or dead."
Luo Yao snorted coldly, his hands moving without pause.
Soon, all the monks were killed by him.
Looking at all the fallen White Brahma Temple monks, Luo Yao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
He knew that although these monks from White Brahma Temple weren't very strong,
fighting them would still have been troublesome.
Now, he had killed them all.
As he thought this, Luo Yao turned to leave the place.
However, in the next moment, he suddenly froze.
He saw that outside the main hall, a group of people in black robes had appeared at some point.
This group had encircled the entire hall, clearly having completely surrounded him.
