Within the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation,
the deathly silence was completely torn apart by Xuanyuan's icy voice.
Everyone's gaze converged on that disheveled, one-armed figure who looked like a mad demon.
Guangchengzi.
The first disciple of the Chan Teachings, a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the slightest bearing of an immortal expert. He looked more like an evil ghost that had crawled out of hell—disheveled and hideous.
"Senior Brother killed Senior Brother Chijingzi..."
True Man Taiyi muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, as though his entire worldview had collapsed in that instant.
He could not accept that the senior brother who had led them and regarded the glory of the Chan Teachings as his life would personally push his own junior brother into the abyss of death, merely to buy himself a sliver of hope for survival.
True Man Yu Ding gripped the Immortal Slaying Sword tightly. He said nothing, but unprecedented fury and killing intent burned in his usually tranquil eyes.
He had been exceptionally close to Chijingzi. At this moment, the way he looked at Guangchengzi was no longer the way one looked at a fellow disciple, but the way one looked at a mortal enemy.
"For the greater cause of the Chan Teachings, sacrifice is necessary."
Guangchengzi panted heavily. Primordial Chaos Saint blood still dripped from his severed arm, corroding the Yellow River's turbid aura below and producing a sizzling sound.
He felt his junior brothers' gazes upon him, filled with condemnation, fear, and estrangement.
Yet he felt not the slightest regret. Instead, a savage fury born of betrayal surged within him.
"What? Do you want to question me as well?"
Guangchengzi abruptly turned his head, his scarlet gaze sweeping over True Man Taiyi, True Man Yu Ding, and the