That night, he sneaked into his master's room.
Under the pretense of asking about the scriptures, he assassinated Master Jiexiang.
The strike pierced Jiexiang's heart. There was no saving him.
Young Li Kaiyang's face twisted with the savage joy of revenge.
"You villain! You killed my mother, then made me your disciple. You deserve to die! Die!"
The young man stabbed Master Jiexiang again and again.
But the monk merely pressed his palms together, smiling. He let Li Kaiyang stab him over and over without fighting back.
"Villain, why aren't you fighting back? Do you think I'll go soft just because of this?" Li Kaiyang shouted at him.
The monk's gaze remained gentle as he watched him quietly. He even smiled faintly.
From beginning to end, he said only one thing to Li Kaiyang.
"Child, leave this place. Forget the past and live well."
The commotion had already alerted many monks.
Countless warrior monks came rushing in with hammers and staffs, surrounding the place. The young man thought that, after taking his revenge, there was no way he would survive.
The monk gave him a gentle push, and a soft stream of true essence enveloped him.
With the last of his strength, Jiexiang wrapped Li Kaiyang in true essence and sent him flying away from Tianning Temple, hundreds of miles into the distance.
"Master, your disciple was wrong."
At the very last moment, Li Kaiyang smiled—a smile so desolate.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"He just had to die now! Not sooner, not later—he had to die at this very moment!" Blood Yama Demon was practically exploding with rage.
The situation had been overwhelmingly favorable, the plan flawlessly calculated. Yet Bone Arhat's unexpected arrival had nearly ruined everything.
Facing Lu Yang's Purple Lightning Sky Dragon Break, amplified by a secret technique,