After hearing Ananda and Kasyapa's words, these black-clad men no longer hesitated.
"You may leave. I hope you will abide by your rules. This matter must not be revealed to anyone," Kasyapa said as he looked at them.
As soon as Kasyapa finished speaking, the large group of black-clad men raised the blades in their hands and slit their own throats.
Other than the black-clad man at the lead, the rest collapsed to the ground one after another, dead.
Ananda and Kasyapa were both somewhat taken aback by the sight.
The leading black-clad man turned around, raised the longsword in his hand, and swept it across the air before him. The powerful force destroyed the souls of those black-clad men.
The dead could not speak, but their souls still could. Therefore, to preserve the secret, their souls had to be destroyed as well.
"This is our rule," the leading black-clad man said indifferently.
Whether they succeeded or failed in carrying out a mission, they would ultimately die—except for the leader, of course.
The leader was someone who could be trusted absolutely. He would never dare reveal the secret, because the moment such a thought arose, his body would suffer unbearable pain. If he opened his mouth to speak, his body would involuntarily explode, and his soul would disperse as well.
"Amitabha." Ananda and Kasyapa pressed their palms together and closed their eyes.
The leading black-clad man soared into the air and vanished.
As for what faction this group of black-clad men belonged to, no one knew. Even the people of the Buddhist Sect were unclear about it. In any case, they carried out secret missions throughout the Three Realms. If there was something you wanted resolved but could not handle personally, and did not want others to know about, you