Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage's nine heads stared at Tang Luo as he allowed himself to fall toward the Great Thunderclap Temple below.
Tang Luo and Sun Wukong, meanwhile, resisted the downward force.
Tang Luo returned to normal, his body merely giving a slight tremor as flames burst from his eyes, nearly engulfing his entire head.
Only after falling several meters did Tang Luo steady himself again, suppressing the flames until a small spark returned to his eye sockets.
"Master." Sun Wukong looked at Tang Luo.
"I'm fine. Just a minor injury. Won't kill me." Tang Luo waved his hand three times. Though he had used the Merit Jade Lotus to enter an untouchable state just now, it had still been an attack from an Archdemon-level opponent—a violent killing move.
The Merit Jade Lotus could not completely negate the damage. Roughly ten percent of it had still struck Tang Luo.
It aggravated the already severe injuries on his body.
From his battle with Guanyin until now, Tang Luo had suffered injury upon injury, looking as though he could collapse at any moment.
"Where's Maitreya?" Tang Luo looked around. "At a time like this, he's still hiding like a turtle? Get out here and die!"
There was a certain arrogance of someone on the verge of death.
"Presumptuous!"
"Wretch!"
Voices of rebuke rang out as large numbers of golden-bodied Arhats and Bodhisattvas flew from the Great Thunderclap Temple.
They filled the sky, forming a circular encirclement around Tang Luo and Sun Wukong.
They looked like spectators in an arena, while Tang Luo and Sun Wukong were the two beasts forced to fight.
Among them, Tang Luo spotted some faces he had seen before and vaguely remembered. Yet all of them wore cold expressions, treating Tang Luo as an enemy.
This alone showed that