Taiyi Zhenren's Tribulation
"Junior disciple brother, we're about to use our powers. Stand still, all right?" Maitreya reminded him, while sneering inwardly without end.
As long as they dealt with Hun Xiu, the magical treasures in the Bag of Holding would belong to him and Ksitigarbha. As for any Karma between them and Hun Xiu? Once a person was dead, what Karma could possibly remain?
Besides! If anyone was to blame, it was him for being too stupid! Stupidity came at a price.
"Alright!"
Hun Xiu nodded, brimming with delight and wearing an honest, guileless expression, truly seeming to believe that he was about to meet the Two Western Saints of the Western Sect.
"Idiot!"
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha sneered inwardly again at the sight. They had never expected there to be someone so foolish in the world.
Someone this foolish should be sent to paradise as soon as possible! The cruelty of the Primordial Continent was not something he could control.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha exchanged a glance.
The two attacked at the same time!
Whoosh! The instant they struck, a terrifying surge of magical power spread out and assaulted Hun Xiu.
Hun Xiu's smile remained unchanged, but beneath the tearing force of that terrifying magical power, his body gradually turned to ashes! His soul scattered, and he died.
He could not have been any deader.
Only after watching Hun Xiu perish did Maitreya and Ksitigarbha gradually let out sighs of relief. "He's finally dead."
"Isn't that so? Maitreya, how can there be such stupid people in this world?" Ksitigarbha echoed.
In their eyes, Hun Xiu was an utter fool, stupid beyond saving. Did he really think they would send him to the Western Sect?
They had indeed sent Hun Xiu westward—but not to the Western Sect. They had sent him