In the eyes of outsiders, the Saint Heir of the Buddha is a good person, a broad-minded Immortal Monarch.
Look! Look at this!
Is this something any random person can accomplish?
For the sake of fairness, he actually took the initiative to block someone else's Heavenly Tribulation—so unbelievable it would leave people speechless.
Immortal Zuo's face turned pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. No one could see the truth clearer than him; it wasn't the Saint Heir shielding Lin Fan from the Heavenly Tribulation. Rather, Lin Fan had used his Divine Skills to redirect the tribulation, transforming its force into an attack that ensnared the Saint Heir.
"Immortal Zuo…" The mysterious man standing beside him spoke.
"Huh?"
Immortal Zuo trembled, turning his head to stare in astonishment at the man.
