"Not going to slaughter every last one?"
Jiang Lichen raised an eyebrow when he saw Li Hao stop, looking somewhat surprised and perhaps a little disappointed.
Li Hao shook his head slightly. Apart from those with exceptional strength who might have committed evil on the Buddha Master's behalf, killing these ordinary disciples with their meager cultivation was meaningless.
The Buddhist Sect had stood for two thousand years. It could never be wiped out; beyond Boundless Mountain, countless Buddhist disciples lived throughout the Nineteen Provinces.
How could he possibly kill them all?
If he remembered correctly, the old lady at the Divine General Residence also ate vegetarian meals and worshipped Buddha.
Li Hao had come to slaughter a Buddha made flesh, a Buddha who had descended into demonic wickedness, not the Buddha in people's hearts.
After all, many suffering people found solace in their faith in "Buddha," seeking a measure of peace for their hearts. How could he stamp all that out?
"Your heart is still too soft."
Jiang Lichen saw the kindness in Li Hao's heart and shook his head slightly. "Still, there's little point in slaughtering these mortals like pigs and dogs. The weak aren't worthy of tasting my sword."
Li Hao glanced at him. This prince always said something shocking. No wonder he had been imprisoned.
"If you spoke a little less, your life might go much more smoothly," Li Hao said.
"Some people say little but do plenty. I merely speak the truth. The ignorant, suffering commoners are nothing but foundation stones for the powerful to stand on tiptoe. Whether they live or die makes no difference," Jiang Lichen said.
Li Hao shook his head slightly. Rather than argue, he looked toward a certain spot, then flickered out of sight in an instantaneous movement.
Beyond the peaks,