"Great Sorrow, surely you haven't forgotten this humble monk?"
Just as the Great Sorrow Demon Lord seized the Soul Scattering Gourd Shard, golden Buddhist light flashed. The young monk pressed his palms together with a smile. "This item is fated to belong to this humble monk. I ask Benefactor Great Sorrow to part with it."
"Oh? This monk does have some skill."
The Great Sorrow Demon Lord turned to look at the young monk, surprise on his face. "My Great Sorrow Spell actually cannot shake your meditative heart? Monk, who are you?"
"Amitabha. This humble monk is Golden Cicada Child!"
The handsome monk with red lips and white teeth smiled as he bowed to the Great Sorrow Demon Lord. "Demon Lord, this item is fated to belong to this humble monk. I ask the Demon Lord to bestow it upon me!"
"Golden Cicada Child?"
At the mention of that name, the Great Sorrow Demon Lord's brow twitched. "The eldest disciple beneath Tathagata Buddha of the Central Saha World, Golden Cicada Child?"
"This humble name is not worth mentioning. This little monk is indeed Golden Cicada Child."
Golden Cicada Child still wore a smile, calm and unhurried, as though nothing could disturb him.
"Even if you are a Saint's Disciple, it is wishful thinking if you expect me to surrender without resistance."
The Great Sorrow Demon Lord roared, and the Jade Flute in his hand released a shrill melody, as though all living beings were wailing, as though Heaven and Earth mourned together.
Although he exerted all his strength to cast the Great Sorrow Spell, the Great Sorrow Demon Lord had no intention of fighting. Instead... he turned and fled.
No matter how confident he was, the Great Sorrow Demon Lord had no confidence in defeating Golden Cicada Child, Tathagata's eldest