I don't know who led the charge, or perhaps it was an instinctual reaction at the height of fear.
The four great monks unexpectedly bent their knees in succession, gradually kneeling beneath that flowing Xuan Shang robe.
They feared this young man even more than those First Rank giants.
After all, who could truly take their lives, this group of Great Freedom Bodhisattvas understood very clearly.
"True Monarch... True Monarch, spare us..."
In fact, this group of Great Freedom Bodhisattvas had long abandoned any extravagant hope of surviving.
After all, Shen Yi's ruthlessness towards the Bodhi Sect followers in the East Continent was well known; whenever he acted, his sword never left any survivors.
"What did you call me?"
Shen Yi bent slightly, his fingers resting on a shiny bald head, forcing them to look up at him directly.
