"Change course? Shouldn't you be the ones making way for me?"
Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back and smiled. Make him change course? That was absolutely impossible. Sure enough, his true body had been right—these transcendent factions simply did not regard the living beings of this era as human.
At the slightest provocation, it was hundreds of millions of lives. Such actions would incur monstrous karmic consequences, yet the people before him seemed not to care in the slightest.
"Benefactor, this is Wujing's final warning. Leave at once, and this humble monk will pretend nothing happened."
Wujing's expression darkened upon hearing Xiaoyao's words. This man clearly looked like he had come to stir up trouble. And trouble was something he could not tolerate.
Wujing pressed his palms together before his chest, his aura vast and surging as a fierce pressure radiated in every direction.
"I'll give you three minutes. Leave immediately."
There was no fluctuation of aura around Xiaoyao as he spoke calmly. Wujing was merely at the peak of Spirit Transformation; Xiaoyao could crush him with a single finger.
"Very well, Benefactor. I already warned you. You are the one who failed to cherish this opportunity. Isn't living a good thing?"
As soon as Wujing finished speaking, eighteen golden figures appeared around him, every one of them radiating the aura of peak Spirit Transformation.
"Benefactor, these are the Eighteen Arhats of our Buddhist sect. Today, I shall grant you a more glorious death. Eighteen Arhat Formation, form!"
After Wujing spoke, the eighteen Arhats took up eighteen positions around Xiaoyao, encircling him as waves of golden aura rippled outward.
Xiaoyao slowly raised a hand and made a grasping motion through the air. Instantly, the expressions of the eighteen surrounding Arhats changed drastically. They clutched their chests, their eyes