Watching the mass of Buddhist disciples in the melee, Bi Xiao's anger instantly flared with nowhere to vent.
She had never been able to stand these Buddhist monks to begin with. Year after year, they stirred up storms all across the Prehistoric Era, bewitched living beings' Dao Hearts everywhere, and even brazenly recruited talent in the eastern and western regions, forcibly abducting cultivators. Their conduct was vile to the extreme.
Now that this bunch had landed right in her hands, Bi Xiao had already made up her mind: she would be sure to give them a proper working-over.
At once, her jade hand tightened around the Golden Dragon Scissors. A cold gleam flashed, and she was about to step forward and split these Buddhist disciples' heads open.
But just as her figure moved, Yunxiao reached out and steadily stopped her.
Bi Xiao's face instantly filled with confusion, her brows knitting in anxious frustration.
"Why are you stopping me, Sister? We might as well just get rid of these evil bastards outright!"
Yunxiao frowned slightly and lifted her eyes toward the Sky Dome obscured by hazy demonic qi and Buddha Light. Her heavy gaze swept across the battlefield, then turned to her two younger sisters, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao, her tone carrying a touch of deep thought.
Qiong Xiao suddenly thought of something.
"Eldest Sister, Third Sister, could these monks from the Buddhist Sect also have sensed the secret behind the Investiture of the Gods?"
She paused briefly, a trace of insight in her eyes.
"Otherwise, why would they specially send a group of Daluo Golden Immortals to recklessly join the battle? They clearly want to use the great Investiture calamity to fight over the supreme opportunity on the list."
The moment Qiong Xiao said this, Bi Xiao's heart jolted