At this thought, Duobao had already made his decision.
He looked at the gentle Buddhist light steadily seeping in layer by layer, a mild smile appearing on his face. Yet to Randeng, that smile was more terrifying than anything.
The thousands of radiant magic treasures suspended above his head slowly stopped moving, and the terrifying killing intent capable of crushing the ages receded like a tide.
"Very well."
Saint Duobao spoke leisurely, his voice spreading throughout the entire Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and passing through the formation clearly into Mount Sumeru of the Western Lands.
"Since the two of you have spoken in person, I shall grant you this favor."
The overbearing Buddhist light paused at those words, seemingly not expecting Duobao to be so accommodating.
Upon hearing this, Randeng's heart, which had risen to his throat, finally fell back into place. His entire body seemed drained of strength as he collapsed to the ground, gasping violently without even the strength to stand.
He had survived.
He had actually survived beneath a Heavenly Dao Saint's Thousand Treasures Formation.
"However..."
Duobao's tone abruptly shifted. His gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the bedraggled Randeng and Guangchengzi, who lay on the ground with demonic aura and saint blood mingled together, barely clinging to life.
"The karmic debts of my Sect of Interception disciples cannot be settled with a mere 'show mercy.'"
"Today, for the sake of the two of you, I shall spare your lives."
"Randeng." Duobao called him out directly, his voice icy. "Take this disgrace of the Chan Teachings and get out of my Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation."
"Tell Yuanshi, and tell your Western Teachings as well—if you dare harbor crooked intentions toward the disciples of my Sect of Interception again..."
Duobao paused. The thousand magic treasures behind