Mistakenly Killed a Fellow Disciple and Still Dared to Be Arrogant?

"Hell God Lin Zhu! You skulking coward, did you see clearly?! This is what happens when you oppose our Western Heaven! That fierce general under your command has already been executed! You're next! Do you want a taste of my Pure World Thunder Light and Soul Devouring Jade Crystal Dagger? Surrender now and take refuge in Buddha, and I may yet leave you a sliver of your True Spirit for reincarnation! Otherwise... hmph!"

Faced with Indra's murderous interrogation, Lin Zhu's figure gradually became clearer beneath the cover of the Sky-Covering Talisman. He still stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering softly in the fierce astral winds of the battlefield. Rather than fear, his face showed an almost frank calmness. He nodded, and his clear voice carried outward.

"Of course I'm afraid."

This unexpected answer made Indra's Dharma manifestation pause slightly before his expression grew even more smug and disdainful. He thought Lin Zhu had finally yielded.

Yet Lin Zhu's next words abruptly made the atmosphere on the battlefield strange.

He lightly raised a hand and waved behind him.

The Abyssal Golden Turtle, the Archaic Sky Eagle, and several core members of the Ninth Heaven Prison exchanged glances. Their faces bore expressions that were both absurd and solemn.

They each reached into their storage artifacts and took out several ancient-looking, pitch-black instruments that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen—suonas!

Yes, suonas, the instruments commonly used at mortal funerals!

These suonas were clearly no ordinary objects. Simple sound-amplifying and mind-focusing runes were inscribed upon them, with faint magical power flowing through them.

The Abyssal Golden Turtle took a deep breath and aimed the enormous bell toward the battlefield. The Archaic Sky Eagle and the others also assumed their positions.

Watching Indra's somewhat stunned Dharma manifestation, the corner of