Forcing Guanyin to Dance Was Too Absurd

Before long, a dark mass of several hundred had gathered. The weakest among them were Peak True Immortals, while Golden Immortals made up a considerable proportion. Each radiated a fierce aura and sharp gaze, tempered by the fires of war in the Western Heaven and carrying an added air of grim slaughter.

They stood in their usual formation, their eyes uniformly fixed beyond the Heavenly Prison gates, on the solitary figure standing there in flowing white robes with a dignified appearance—Guanyin Bodhisattva.

For some reason, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy and... strange.

The Enforcers muttered inwardly.

The boss had suddenly assembled everyone, and their opponent was none other than the renowned Great Master Guanyin of the Western Heaven. What was this for? Negotiations? A show of force? Or... was there going to be a fight? But the boss had yet to emerge, and Commander Nezha had merely ordered them to line up, without giving any further combat instructions.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood quietly where she was, the Pure Bottle Willow Branch in hand. Her calm gaze swept over this rapidly assembled, disciplined group of formidable Heavenly Court Enforcers, and she, too, felt a faint flicker of surprise.

The Ninth Heaven Prison's strength truly could not be underestimated; it far surpassed that of ordinary Heavenly Court departments. Yet she revealed nothing on her face. Only the slight furrow of her willow-leaf brows showed her confusion and impatience at Lin Zhu's continued absence, and at his decision to gather so many people instead.

She released a faint, chilly aura belonging to a Half-step Quasi-Saint. It was not deliberate intimidation, yet the natural gap in the level of life itself still made some of the weaker Golden Immortal Enforcers in the front row feel their breathing hitch and their hearts grow heavy.

At that