"I am Jie Yin. Human, surrender without resistance."
Jie Yin looked at the lone Chen Mu and spoke with a smile.
He did not use his magic treasures. At this moment, he did not know Chen Mu's true strength, capabilities, or methods. He feared following in Yuanshi's footsteps and having his own magic treasures blown apart.
Just look at Yuanshi's miserable state. Even the Pangu Banner, his Dao-achieving treasure, had been blown up. He could not have been any more unlucky.
If even one of the magic treasures on his person were blown up, he would not even have a place to cry about it.
Therefore, Jie Yin did not use any magic treasures.
But for a Saint like him, dealing with Chen Mu truly did not require magic treasures.
"Saint Jie Yin, there has never been any conflict between us. There is no need for us to become enemies, is there?"
Chen Mu sighed and tried to persuade him, yet he was not afraid. He was no longer without trump cards, and he had quite a few of them. At the very least, he still had ways to escape.
"Heh, how should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
Jie Yin merely chuckled and continued, "Having accepted another's request, one must faithfully carry out their task. Since I have already agreed to Yuanshi's request, I must naturally keep my word."
In the end, that was merely Jie Yin's excuse. He no longer cared about what Yuanshi had promised him. What truly intrigued him was why Yuanshi and Taishang were so obsessed with Chen Mu.
The reasoning was simple. Chen Mu was clearly the real treasure. They were not fools. Who would care about such trifling benefits while turning a blind eye to a treasure?
The two Saints of the Western Religion