"Master Liuyun, I was out of line just now. Please forgive me." After rebuking Zhao Tiedan, Lin Bai smiled and apologized to Master Liuyun. After all, this was someone else's Buddhist altar. Even if Zhao Tiedan had lost control of himself, he still shouldn't have been so rash and disrespectful.
"My Buddha is compassionate." Master Liuyun smiled and uttered a Buddhist invocation. He didn't seem to have taken it to heart and accepted Lin Bai's apology.
Lin Bai swept his gaze over the eminent monks and powerful figures of Buddha City, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smile. "I advise all of you to behave yourselves. Otherwise, if blood stains this peaceful Buddhist sanctuary, that would be a grave disrespect to Buddha's Fate Temple."
When Lin Bai spoke, his words already carried a warning.
The group of Buddha City powerhouses who had been gravely wounded by Lin Bai's roar moments ago turned pale and felt their hair stand on end when they heard this. They didn't dare utter another word.
Previously, they had wanted to join forces with the countless monks of the Western Continent to give the Divine Martial Nation a proper show of force. But now, they felt they had been far too naive. The cultivation of this Sword King was unfathomably deep. He hadn't even made a move—just one furious shout had left dozens of powerhouses seriously wounded. If he actually attacked, there was probably no one in the entire hall, aside from Master Liuyun, who could stand against him.
Lin Bai then glanced toward Jiu Ci. Seeing her lower her head, a look of remembrance shimmering in her eyes, he smiled and asked, "Sacred Maiden Jiu Ci, you seem to know this brother of mine. And judging from what you two did just