"Xiahong Wuyuan?"
The Tian Ku Bodhisattva sat cross-legged atop the lotus throne composed of skulls and fierce ghosts, looking down with compassion at the flames below, and softly said, "Is it really you? Have you now become such a pitiful fugitive, always hiding, never showing? Why not end it all here and now? I, a humble monk, will preserve your divine soul so you can spend eternity within this Myriad Souls Yin Lotus. What do you say?"
Prince Xun hovered in the air, sneering at the flames below.
No matter how powerful a great cultivator was, they could never be a match for a saint-level adversary!
Even when that Seventeenth Prince publicly beheaded a saint-level adversary a few years back, it was only because that Seventeenth Prince was innately terrifying and wielded a divine artifact.
The key point was that the Seventeenth Prince also held an imperial decree, granting him the power of Heaven and Earth in Jingzhou!
