Tang Sanzang took a step forward.
His gaze was calm.
It settled on Tiger Strength Immortal.
Grief now filled Tiger Strength Immortal's face.
It was obvious.
These three state preceptors seemed different from the cultivators Buddhism had sent before; they still shared genuine affection.
At this point.
His eyes were resolute, and he spoke in a rumbling voice.
"Come, Tang Sanzang. I will avenge my two brothers."
The people of the Chechi Kingdom looked at Tiger Strength Immortal atop the platform.
Then they looked at Tang Sanzang.
Now that things had reached this point, they understood better than anyone that the state preceptors had lost.
They had lost utterly and completely.
Goat Strength Immortal had died, his Dao extinguished.
Deer Strength Immortal had died, his Dao extinguished.
Both state preceptors had died at the hands of the Preaching Squad.
Now that two state preceptors were dead.
The outcome was settled.
If Tiger Strength Immortal stopped now and took a step back, boundless seas and open skies would await him.
The people understood.
The king understood.
Even the ministers at court understood.
Someone could not help speaking in a low voice.
"S-State Preceptor..."
"The other two state preceptors have already..."
"Y-you might as well..."
Before he could finish.
Tiger Strength Immortal swept his gaze over him.
The minister who had spoken shuddered.
He swallowed everything else he had been about to say.
Tiger Strength Immortal withdrew his gaze.
He looked at Tang Sanzang.
"Stop just because I lost?"
He gave a cold laugh.
"Who told you losing means you have to stop?"
"We're wagering lives."
"Lives are the stakes."
"My two brothers have already paid with theirs."
"But the wager isn't over yet."
"Until the wager ends, there is no winner or loser."
"Without a winner or loser, there is no