Xuanzang's voice carried a faint pity, like needles stabbing fiercely into Little Alligator Dragon's heart.
His body jolted, and fury flared in his eyes once more, as though someone had trampled on his final bottom line.
"Hmph!"
He suddenly raised his head, gritting his teeth, his voice low yet resolute:
"A man may be killed, but never humiliated! Since you already know of my irreconcilable hatred for the Buddhist sect, stop standing there and pretending to pity me!"
"Either kill me now!!!"
"Or..."
He took a step forward. The black waters surged, and his aura raged like thunder:
"As long as I draw breath, I will fight the Buddhist sect to the bitter end!"
The river wind howled, and the waters roared.
At that moment, Little Alligator Dragon was like a blade that would sooner break than bend.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Applause suddenly rang out.
Amid the grim, murderous atmosphere, it sounded especially piercing.
Xuanzang actually began clapping, a trace of approval and amusement on his face:
"Good!"
"You have backbone. You have fire!"
His gaze fell upon Little Alligator Dragon, and his tone abruptly shifted:
"Since you are determined to avenge your father, this poor monk shall give you an opportunity."
Little Alligator Dragon froze.
For the first time, obvious astonishment appeared in those eyes once filled with killing intent.
"What?"
He stared fixedly at Xuanzang, his voice full of disbelief:
"You... are the Pilgrim ordained by the Buddhist sect! You want to help me fight against the Buddhist sect?"
Xuanzang gave a soft laugh.
That smile no longer held mockery, but a coldness edged with sharpness.
"The Buddhist sect?"
He slowly lifted his head and looked westward, a faint chill glinting in his eyes:
"Nothing but hypocrisy. This poor monk's journey to the Western Heaven is not to