"Old monk, it's your turn!"
Xiao Yi casually flicked the blood from his palm and turned his icy gaze toward the grim-faced Master Tianyun, curling his finger in a beckoning motion.
The battle fire in his eyes morphed into blood-red pupils, shooting out like a tangible force.
Master Tianyun snorted coldly.
Beneath that seemingly compassionate exterior, a cold, murderous demon heart was thoroughly activated, his sneer unrelenting, "Amitabha, the Buddha said if not me, who will enter hell. Xiao, today this monk shall liberate you with the Buddhist Law!"
Xiao Yi scoffed and shook his head, "The Buddha was talking about himself entering hell, not others; in your mouth, it's become wrongful speech for liberating others. You're truly talking nonsense. Do you even dare to call yourself a disciple of Buddhism?"
"Amitabha!"
