"You all..."
Lin Shuya suddenly felt a bit bewildered and at a loss, for in his impression, the Immortals and Buddhas always maintained a calm and composed demeanor, as if everything in the world was within their grasp.
This was the first time he had seen such unbearable changes in expression on the faces of these Great Freedom Bodhisattvas.
With world-shattering power in your hands and undying and undying Divine Skills, what exactly... are you afraid of?!
Lin Shuya suddenly didn't dare to turn around.
He couldn't understand why the General of Southern Defense behind him, who had once had to flee incognito just to preserve his life, could now render the Immortals and Buddhas utterly silent.
The Jinluan Hall was plunged into deathly silence.
The four Great Freedom Bodhisattvas seated high above the sacrificial altar were no less horrified than Lin Shuya. They stared in horror at the figure in the golden hairpin and mysterious robe, their minds in a daze.
