"This is the East Continent, with the Buddha sitting above you."
The leading Bodhisattva paused in reciting his Buddha beads, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his lips: "If you're not convinced, call your elders here and see if they dare to come."
"You!" The female disciple, trembling with anger, drew her sword.
Xiang Ming Zhenren's face slightly darkened; he raised his hand to stop his junior sister's curses, sinisterly saying, "No need to waste words. When the fight starts... kill him first."
Upon hearing this, the leading Bodhisattva's expression momentarily froze.
The people in front of him were like a pack of trapped beasts, faces full of deathly despair, just waiting to bite off a piece of meat before dying. And now, he was that piece of meat.
But in an instant, his face once again donned a smile. He quietly stepped back, rejoining the crowd, and mocked, "With your current state, like stray dogs, who can you possibly kill?"
