The golden light in the Sky Dome slowly drew in, and the illusory figure of a saint clad in a golden kasaya, his face benevolent and his brows gentle, stepped leisurely out of the void.
Saint Zhunti walked through the air at an unhurried pace, ignoring the people prostrate all over the ground and the ugly looks on the faces of the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. He descended straight in front of the still-shaken Ma Yuan.
He lowered his eyes to Ma Yuan, who was in an utterly wretched state, the Killing Intent around him scattering from head to toe. His voice was compassionate, his tone soft, yet it resounded through heaven and earth:
"Though this child's killing karma is heavy, his bones are special, and his nature accords with the Great Dao of Nirvana of the West. He has affinity with my West. I hope you fellow Daoists will make things convenient and allow me to deliver him back."
The moment these words came out, everyone present instantly understood, and anger flared in all their hearts at once!
Off to the side, Nezha clenched his fists tightly, the fire in his whole body bottled up in his dantian. With his proud and untamed young nature, he most detested this sort of hypocritical method, and he cursed endlessly in his heart:
Affinity, my ass! It's all the same old trick!
Every time we fight to the very end, just as success is at hand, he drops in from the sky to cut off the prize! We risked our lives setting up formations and blocking the enemy, enduring a vicious foe's ferocity, while he did nothing at all—and the moment he opens his mouth, he wants to pluck away the fruits of victory!
*What compassionate deliverance from calamity? He