"I'm asking you old, undead lamas—why must you kill me?" Xiao Cha's voice rang out from within the red light.
Gongga Jianzan replied, "You demonic beast have already lost all humanity, unable to distinguish good from evil. Every living being has become blood food in your eyes. If we do not kill you, who knows how much monstrous slaughter you will yet commit?"
Xiao Cha sneered. "You make it sound so grand and righteous, your mouths full of Buddhist teachings. Yet you activated such a formation and killed so many living creatures in the forests and mountains below. Does that not count?"
"Demonic beast, speak no more! Are you still trying to sway our hearts?" Gongga Jianzan's voice rolled down like thunder. "The Buddha spoke of relinquishing life—abandoning the lesser self for the greater cause. If we do not kill you, far more will die by your hand than this number. So long as we can erase both your body and soul, let alone the creatures in the forests below, even sacrificing this golden body of mine would be worthwhile."
Xiao Cha's voice, brimming with demonic qi and seductive charm, drifted out again, still carrying a trace of cold laughter. "You may wish to sacrifice yourself for righteousness, but are others like you? Those living creatures below do not possess your so-called compassion. Cultivators like you always enjoy forcing your own thoughts upon others. In the end, is it not still the strong bullying the weak? It is still the law of the jungle. What difference is there between you and me?"
"Even at death's door, you still quibble!"
Gongga Jianzan had no wish to speak further with Xiao Cha. The hand seal in his hands changed, and the white relic in his hand shone even more brilliantly. From afar,