Murderers Are Always Murdered

Tu Nan had died long ago.

The eminent monk of the Golden Body Clan, who had been willing to violate the precepts, slaughter demons and evil spirits, and save the people for the sake of all living beings under Heaven and Earth, had already died the moment he was transformed into a member of the Demon Race.

The fellow standing before Shen Lin was nothing but a madman who killed as he pleased.

Since he could no longer continue to deliver these vengeful spirits...

Then let me do it!

Shen Lin's expression was calm. Bathed in the golden light radiating from the divine statue behind him, he looked like a god descending into the mortal world.

The Vajra Pestle, imbued with the exorcising power of lightning, landed on Tu Nan's fist like red-hot iron slicing through ice.

One after another, the vengeful spirits were blasted apart and evaporated by the Golden Lightning. Before disappearing, the pain on their faces faded, replaced by the ease of those who had finally found release.

The Vajra Pestle broke through the power of the vengeful spirits and crashed directly into Tu Nan's chest.

Crack!

With a single blow, it left the blood-red armor covered in cracks.

The immense impact made Tu Nan spit out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward several hundred zhang before finally steadying himself.

"How could this be..."

He raised his head. The madness that had filled his face vanished completely, replaced by boundless bewilderment.

"Are you asking why I wasn't affected by you?"

Shen Lin answered with a genial smile.

The Evil-Exorcising World-Purifying Heart Sutra had a suppressive effect on demons and evil spirits.

After being transformed into a member of the Demon Race, however, the changes to the Great Dao he cultivated had reversed this effect.

Against all