Saint Slayer: Long Life, the Greatest Toast!

Why...

My array has been broken too! Run! Don't get drawn into battle!

Today, I'll perish together with you!

Let little sister go! Let her go! We've killed ten already—we've gotten our money's worth! Go, Jinguang!

Why...

Holy Mother Jinling, do you still dare disrespect me? Do you think I cannot kill you? How laughable.

Zhunti! Touch them if you dare! I, Zhao Gongming, will fight you to the death today!

Hmph. Those who do not become Saints are ants in the end.

Why...

"Chang Geng, run! You can't hold them back!"

"Chang Geng, go! This old brother has dragged you down. This old brother is willing to enter the tribulation! Will you just go?!"

"Jieyin! Zhunti! Come kill me! Come kill me!"

Before her was a haze.

A hazy sky, a blurred earth. The Taiji Diagram floating overhead filled her entire vision, while above it, two majestic figures, one to the left and one to the right, seemed capable of suppressing this entire void.

Golden Light Holy Mother's left hand trembled as she gripped the short sword at her side. She wanted to catch her breath, yet the overwhelming pressure pinned her so hard that she could not move.

Why had she survived? Why had she survived...

The Yin and Yang Aura wound around her. That familiar figure, barely holding on as it fought the attacks of two Saints.

Her senior sisters, supporting one another yet nearly unable to move; her senior brothers, cursing endlessly through tears...

The Chan Teachings Disciple with the wound across his shoulder, fallen in the distance and struggling to rise...

Was it all because of me?

Was it because of me...

Because of...

Half an hour earlier.

"Face your own enemies! Watch one another's backs!"

Hearing her eldest brother's words, Golden Light Holy