When he heard those words, the abbot Jingxuan's face turned pale with shock, because from start to finish, he never once sensed that there was another person in the main hall besides them!
He hadn't even noticed when that voice spoke out!
Which meant—the other guy's strength far outstripped his own. Way, way stronger.
Abbot Jingxuan halted his killing move against Ning Chenxin, but his arm—pressing down on Ning Chenxin's back—was already surging with blood-red Buddhist light.
All it would take was a single thought, and Ning Chenxin would be dead in less than a breath's time!
"Why not come out and show yourself, benefactor? If you want to save this young benefactor, why don't you come out so we can negotiate terms?"
Ning Chenxin had become a hostage—after all, the guy holding him was way stronger. Better to have a backup plan.
Just then, the space behind Ning Chenxin began to distort.
