He never would have expected this back-thrusting move to work.
In an instant, it pierced Ye Chen through the heart. Blood gushed from the Crescent Shovel, staining the entire area crimson.
"Ye Chen!" Tang Sanzang shouted when he saw it from afar, but it was no use. Ye Chen's body drifted downward with the sinking current, slowly disappearing beneath the water.
"Hmph. You've got strength and speed, but you're still far too green to take me on." Sand Monk gave a scornful laugh. He was still just a kid. How could he understand the brutality of war? If Ye Chen had been a little more ruthless and struck Sand Monk in the artery instead of the back when he appeared behind him, none of this would have happened.
Sand Monk paid Ye Chen no further attention. Even if he wasn't quite dead, after losing that much blood, he wouldn't be much of a threat.
"Old monk, now it's your turn. I told you to stay in your cave, but you wouldn't listen. Don't say I didn't warn you."
He raised the Crescent Shovel in his hands and leveled it at Tang Sanzang, his expression cold.
"Amitabha. Your eyes clearly shine with pure light, benefactor. Why would you commit such a wicked act?"
"Heh, pure light? You can see that?" At those words, Sand Monk suddenly lowered the Crescent Shovel in his hands. They seemed to stir up endless memories.
"If everything had gone my way, why would I have ended up here, living as a demon?"
"What troubles you, benefactor? Let this man, who is about to die, help you find an answer." Tang Sanzang had become calm and clear-minded. If he could stop Sand Monk from taking lives, then his own death would have meaning. The Buddha Heart was