Soul Devouring Dagger Massacres a Golden Immortal!

The voice, the Dharma manifestation—especially that vertical eye between his brows and the trace of unique bloody, baleful resentment from the Asura battlefield that could not be fully erased from the lightning around him—struck Li Jing like a thunderbolt. His eyes instantly widened so much they nearly popped from their sockets!

"Ind... Indra?! It's you?! How did you... become like this?! No—!!"

Li Jing screamed, his voice completely distorted by overwhelming shock and terror.

He recognized him! How was this some Indra under Ancient Buddha Ran Deng? This was clearly Indra, the foremost of the Four Great Demon Generals under Ancestor Minghe of the Blood Sea, one of the Asura Clan's greatest killing gods! Yet the other's aura, Divine Power, and Dharma manifestation all undeniably bore the pure and powerful marks of the Buddhist Sect! What the hell was going on?!

The shadow of death was like ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering Li Jing. He no longer cared about keeping up appearances. The instant his body was locked onto by that Black Qi and the force binding him began to tighten, he exhausted all his strength and shrieked incoherently.

"A misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Indra... no, Venerable Indra! I... I'm Li Jing! Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King! I... I'm also Ancient Buddha Ran Deng's disciple! His only personal disciple! We... we're fellow disciples! From the same lineage! We're one of our own! Don't attack! Spare my life!!!"

As though clutching his final lifeline, he desperately emphasized his identity as "Ran Deng's disciple," trying to awaken whatever fellowship might remain in the other party—or at least make him hesitate.

Yet not a ripple crossed the solemn face of that "Indra" Dharma manifestation. There was only the cold indifference of one carrying out orders. He seemed not to