Xu Dong's voice grew imposing, carrying an air of lofty superiority.
Si Yingxue said nothing, but the murderous look in her eyes was enough to reveal her state of mind.
Xu Dong gently shook his head and spoke again. "Benefactor, you should surrender without resistance. Open your Spiritual Sea and allow this humble monk to brand it."
"My Buddha is compassionate and will certainly not make things difficult for you. He may even bestow upon you a great opportunity. Would it not be wonderful to serve before the Buddha in the future?"
Zhan Yunting tilted his head slightly, a flash of disdain vanishing from his eyes.
However, he said nothing more. No one knew Fan Yin Temple's style better than he did; these were practically the same words they used on every prodigy.
"Heh..."
At last, Si Yingxue spoke. Her face was full of cold sneers, and the killing intent in her eyes had turned into deep mockery.
"What is a Buddha?"
Her calm question left Xu Dong slightly stunned.
He had just wanted to say something, but Si Yingxue gave him no chance.
"Sanctimonious hypocrites. You are clearly Fiends, yet you insist on preaching compassion with every breath. How could such trash possibly be worthy of my, Si Yingxue's, service?"
Si Yingxue's words rang like iron, each one striking the ground with force, her heroic spirit surging forth.
Xu Dong's brows knitted together, his expression darkening as flames rose in his heart.
Unfortunately, Si Yingxue still gave him no chance to speak. A voice brimming with killing intent immediately followed from her lips.
"Today, I, Si Yingxue, swear a great oath here: one day, I will trample the Buddha you speak of beneath my feet! I will dye the vast sky red with the blood of your Buddhist sect,