The sudden voice carried thirty percent contempt, thirty percent disdain, thirty percent irreverence, and ten percent indifference...
The remaining ninety percent was barely contained fury!
For a moment, everyone in the hall instinctively stopped fighting and turned toward the entrance. There, a young man dressed in a black Flying Fish Robe, with a golden sword strapped to his back, stood proudly in the center of the doorway.
The instant they saw him, Xiao Qiao and Sanyue both revealed expressions of utter delight.
"Brother Ye!"
"A Ming!"
Their voices were filled with the relief of a burden being lifted. It was as though, so long as this man in black appeared, they had nothing to fear even if the sky came crashing down.
Ye Weiming nodded at the two girls, then calmly strode into the hall. As he took his first step, resounding Buddhist chants suddenly rose around him...
"Namo Amitabhaya, Tathagataya, Tadyatha. Amritodbhave..."
At first, this rendition of the "Sutra of Rebirth" had contained only awe-inspiring Killing Intent. Later, after Ye Weiming comprehended the meaning of "life" in the desert, traces of vitality had entered its melody, imbuing it with the endless mysteries between life and death.
But at this moment, there was not a shred of life within the chanting. There was only an unflinching, irreversible Killing Intent.
Killing Intent in one's expression and tone could be concealed, but music that flowed from the heart laid bare the towering fury beneath his calm exterior!
At this moment, Ye Weiming had none of a bodhisattva's lowered gaze. He possessed only the Wrathful Vajra Gaze!
Sensing the chilling murderous intent in the music, Liu Weiming and Mu Qingxue simultaneously sucked in a breath and turned to look at Luo Yuan, the backbone of their group. Yet they saw a faintly relieved