His expression was in a daze, his mouth constantly muttering, "I was wrong, I have done too much evil, I deserve to die, I should pay with my life..."
Seeing Gao Tianci, who just moments ago had been awe-inspiring like a reborn fierce demon, now fallen into this state.
The crowd, all with changed expressions, looked towards the Wu Gou Monk, who seemed like a true Buddha, with eyes filled with fear.
Such bizarre methods, was this child a Buddha or a demon?
Yelü Baoshan, who had finally gained freedom, initially complained in his heart that Kongchan Arhat had come too late; had he arrived a little sooner, perhaps he would not have had to lose face by calling that thief "bald daddy."
At this moment, looking at Gao Tianci's plight, the warlord with three eyes on his chin immediately felt both relief and fear.
"Good monk! Good Buddha's son!"
"Does he belong to the Demon Buddha Temple or Great Freedom Temple?"
This thought, in fact, was a consensus among the cultivators present.
