"Spare me, Senior Cultivator! It's me—me again!"
When Qin Tianhe brought Guangming before Lu Yang for the second time, Guangming cried out impatiently before Qin Tianhe could even speak:
"Senior Cultivator, this humble monk still has use!"
"There are still more than a dozen Buddhist Cultivators from the Pure Land remaining in the rear. This humble monk can deal with them. And there is also the Dao Court—I can help you deal with the Dao Court."
Guangming feared that Lu Yang had already killed until his eyes ran red and would casually chop him down as well. His mouth moved at a breathtaking speed, displaying even faster speech than when he usually chanted scriptures and incantations as he desperately tried to prove his worth. Yet Lu Yang ignored him and merely cast him an impatient glance.
"Shut up."
Before Lu Yang's words had even faded, Guangming clapped a hand over his mouth. Forget speaking—he even held his breath, terrified of angering the great demon before him.
Meanwhile, Lu Yang gazed into the distance.
Almost at the same time, Daoist Jiaolong among the true disciples seemed to sense something as well. He raised his aberrant dragon head, his enormous dragon eyes staring straight toward the ground.
"Something's coming."
The moment he said this, the other true disciples became alert. The next second, the earth split apart, and a figure covered in distinct carapace slowly crawled out.
It was a demon insect.
It was roughly the size of a human, its entire body black as though drenched in ink. Its mouthparts were sharp, and its densely packed compound eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
"What is that? A member of the Demon Race?"
Several Sacred Sect true disciples revealed curious expressions. Chongming's first thought was whether this demon insect's bloodline was any