Word of what had happened in South City had long since spread throughout Rakshasa Country.
All three great Holy Temples had heard of it.
"This Great Xia martial artist destroyed South City's Holy Temple single-handedly and slaughtered every last Transformation Demon Race member!"
"Unforgivable!"
"Such arrogance!"
Inside the Holy Temple, figures resembling Holy Monks flew into a rage.
Yet the shadows behind them resembled raging floods and ferocious beasts, reflections of their demonic beast true forms.
"No matter what, he is only one man. According to our listeners, he is heading toward Bocheng City."
"Send men to Bocheng City and execute him. He has slaughtered wantonly in Rakshasa Country. Even Great Xia's Martial Emperor will have little to say if we destroy him."
Just then, a man wearing a golden kasaya, his long hair hanging loose, slowly approached and spoke.
"Li Shu, since you happen to be here, why don't you make the trip?"
"Take the other seven Guardian Gods and kill Jiang Li, whatever the cost."
An elderly monk inside the Holy Temple spoke slowly. Beside him stood a child whose eyes shone with intelligence, possessing a wisdom and composure far beyond his years.
The man in the golden kasaya raised his eyes, then bowed slowly. "It has been far too long since I last saw a martial artist from Great Xia. Very well. I will personally bring him back in chains to beg the Holy Monk's forgiveness."
With that, the man turned and departed, compassion written upon his face.
"Li Shu may not be a match for that Jiang Li. I have a premonition that rivers of blood will flow through Bocheng City."
The child beside the monk suddenly spoke. "Send me to the Pure Land. I must enter nirvana."
At those words, the old monk's expression changed