Blood!
Crimson stained the entire grand city. The human race within the city struggled in a sea of blood, thrusting out one hand after another for help, their faces etched with expressions of agony, giving anyone who witnessed this scene the illusion that they had arrived in hell.
Amidst the sea of blood, a golden light now appeared.
Holy, gentle, golden light.
Wherever the light passed, that sea of blood naturally retreated, revealing the original ground of the city. Lying upon the ground were vast numbers of people with mutilated bodies; they wailed and convulsed in agony, or had long since fainted from the intense pain.
The man holding a white-jade folding fan amidst the sea of blood, bearing an effeminate expression, saw his calm and composed look vanish as he gazed like facing a formidable enemy at the man amid the golden light.
That was a young monk with a leopard's head and round eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's whiskers, completely bald, of tall and robust stature, wearing a string of prayer beads around his neck, and wielding a golden-iron Zen staff.
"This poor monk is Xiu Ci! Greetings, benefactor!"
"Benefactor, by manufacturing slaughter so wantonly, you will inevitably descend into Abi Hell after death to suffer endless punishment."
"This poor monk advises benefactor to lay down your butcher's knife and instantly become a Buddha!"
As this monk spoke, the golden Buddhist light upon his body wantonly poured outward, continuously compressing and forcing back the blood-colored energy. Everyone illuminated by the golden Buddhist light, even if everything below their waist had vanished, would immediately press their palms together, their emotions returning to peace, no longer roaring in agony, praying with pious expressions.
That man with an effeminate disposition holding the white-jade folding fan was precisely Blood River