Ghost Yaksha and the others all laughed bitterly. To hear him talk like that was as if someone had forced his hand, shifting the blame for his own wrongdoings onto everyone else.
To this, Ling Yun only wanted to say that those who have not known another's suffering should not urge them to be kind.
"Benefactor, you are wrong to think this way. The world has not failed you; rather, you have failed the world. If your wife were to be resurrected, she would not wish to see you slaughtering wantonly for her sake."
Master Xuanzhen looked at Nian Jingsheng and spoke.
"Spare me the nonsense. This is a road of no return. The world owes me justice. Even if I must slaughter everyone under heaven, what of it!"
Nian Jingsheng looked at Master Xuanzhen, his eyes remaining as cold and merciless as before.
"Beyond redemption and needing no further salvation. Demon, today this humble monk will surely slay you."
"Amitabha, that being said, this old monk should also make a move."
It was rare for Master Xuan Xin and Master Xuanzhen to bring their hands together in unison and reach an agreement.
Boom!
"Heaven Severing Saber Strike!"
Nian Jingsheng roared furiously, sending saber Qi surging dozens of meters high as he slashed horizontally toward Master Xuan Xin.
As the blades hummed and vibrated, an extremely piercing wave of saber Qi seemed to flicker uncertainly.
Master Xuan Xin took a few steps back, his expression turning grave in the extreme.
"Namo Amitabha!"
With a single chant of the Buddha's name, Master Xuanzhen effortlessly dissolved this extraordinary saber strike. As the latter displayed such profound Dharma, everyone stared with wide eyes!
"When will the cycle of vengeance ever end? Amitabha, benefactor, turn back now. Living on is merely your obsession; in