The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant, unpredictable and ever-shifting.
A moment ago,
Long Yan, the Second Prince of Qing Kingdom, had been fighting Blood River and Xiu Ci, displaying astonishing might and practically becoming the strongest combatant on the field.
The next moment,
Long Yan, the Second Prince of Qing Kingdom, died an unnatural death and peacefully exited the trial.
The army and retainers he had brought also immediately and seamlessly defected to Longqin, the Third Prince of Qing Kingdom, whom he had previously acted for.
Blood River (→_→) (←_←) Xiu Ci
Xiu Ci said, "Long Yan's death was suspicious!"
Blood River said, "Someone picked the peaches."
Xiu Ci said, "Amitabha! Amitabha!"
Blood River (→_→) gave Xiu Ci another look. Xiu Ci wore an expression of compassion for all living beings, but Blood River had followed this damned monk all the way here and knew perfectly well just how black-hearted he was. If their cooperation had not benefited them both more than killing each other, they would have been the first to strike each other down.
Xiu Ci (￣ー￣) said, "Long Yan was much harder to deal with than Longqin."
Blood River 一一+ narrowed his eyes sharply at those words. Compared with Long Yan, his younger brother Longqin was indeed easier to handle.
Xiu Ci said, "This world is truly filthy! Let this poor monk deliver salvation to it!"
As soon as he spoke, Xiu Ci sat cross-legged in midair and slowly closed his eyes, looking solemn and dignified. Golden Buddhist light radiated from his body, spilling over the earth like the softest sunlight cleansing away dust. Those illuminated by it felt languid and incomparably comfortable, unable to resist letting down their guard and allowing that power to enter their bodies.
The moment Blood River saw Xiu