What he held in his heart was the Buddha Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas who would guide him. Therefore, whatever Ling Yun did had a deeper meaning behind it, or rather, it was all passive—even the Buddha could catch fire!
Hearing this, Ling Yun laughed out loud. "Are you all here? Seriously, you really make this Emperor very angry."
"Angry? Shouldn't we of the Holy Land be the angry ones? Shouldn't everyone who worships you, the Supreme Emperor Lord, be angry? A notoriously infamous fiend acting as Divine Lord, how ironic. How many people you deceived, and how many people's hero dreams you shattered."
The Black-Faced Rakshasa spoke for the first time, every single sentence piercing straight to the heart, reasoned and grounded. Everyone was filled with boiling rage, their fists clenching tightly of their own accord.
"He still has the nerve to talk?" Old Ancestor Shangguan shook his head, wearing the expression of someone who felt Ling Yun was beyond saving.
"Xuan Zhen? Xuan Kong? You can see it clearly now, right? The Supreme Emperor Lord is the King of Hell, a demon, the very embodiment of evil. Shouldn't you join forces to eliminate the demons and uphold the righteous path?" Murong Taishan wore a look full of sarcasm!
Xie Wendong's aura steadily built up within his body. The King of Hell?
If so!
He would kill him with his own hands. Such a demon must be slain by the Heavenly Dao; he would act on behalf of the Heavenly Dao and slaughter all demons. In this lifetime, for the sake of killing the King of Hell, he had missed so many chances to slay demons—this time he would succeed or die trying!
He raised his bow and arrow to shoot and kill Ling Yun, but the scriptures chanted