Chapter 902: Self-Destruction
Amid the crowd.
Zi Daoxu looked tense, his expression shifting.
He had not expected a Dao Monarch to be present in person.
Especially under such circumstances.
"Please, Dao Monarch, lend a hand."
Zi Daoxu spoke with utmost sincerity.
There were few people who could save Tu Shan Jun now, and Dao Monarch Yama was one of them.
"I cannot save him."
An ethereal voice rang within Zi Daoxu's heart.
"Even if he falls into Ouyang Qiuxian's hands, it will do him no harm. On the contrary, it will give the Soul Banner more Yin Gods, allowing him to raise his strength through it."
"Just as Ouyang Qiuxian said, it will not be long before the sacred weapon advances into a divine weapon, pointing straight toward the path to immortality."
Zi Daoxu said, "But what will the people of the world think of him then?"
"Forget the people of the world. Would that not mean my brother would be controlled by another?"
"When I meet Jinghong in the future, how will this old face of mine face him?"
The indifferent voice sounded again. "In this lifetime, everyone will be controlled by others at some point. No one is an exception."
"Can others be controlled while he cannot? Or must one fight to the death over a matter of face, even throwing away one's own life?"
"Since Dao Monarch is unwilling to lend aid, I will say no more."
Zi Daoxu stepped forward.
Boundless mana surged from his body. Golden blood boiled, and a faint golden radiance emerged around him. Against the backdrop of his Nine Yang Flame God Dharma Robe, he resembled a golden war god who had walked forth from ancient times.
"You are courting death!"
"A great man knows what he must do and what he