Southern Continent's Desperate Straits

Yan Lanting abruptly rose to his feet, the aura of a Great Luo Immortal Venerable sweeping through the hall like an overwhelming tide.

As expected, not a single monk from the Bodhi Sect was any good!

He had sold out Nanyang so easily.

If his senses were not mistaken, the aura leaking from this young monk was exactly the same as the one that had emanated from that black dog. In other words, Nanyang had risked his life to save this man as well.

Back then, he had even thought Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's Livestock Transformation Method was far too wicked and had spoken up for this man. Looking at it now, he truly deserved his suffering!

If word of this got out, then no matter what calamity struck in the future, the first reaction of the court officials and Demon-Slaying Bureau members of the Great Southern Continent would be to lay the blame on Nanyang.

He was a perfectly good hero who had saved the Southern Continent more than once. Why should he suffer such injustice?

"Don't be rash!"

Feng Xi sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped in front of Yan Lanting.

Though she blocked him, when she looked again at the monk in the hall, her expression was filled with shock and complexity.

Though they had not interacted much with Nanyang, they had gained some understanding of his freewheeling nature.

For example, the first time he entered everyone's sight, he had acted on his own initiative and slain the ape demon of the Jade Pool Immortal Sect.

Yet even so.

Feng Xi had never expected that beneath such earth-shaking deeds as guarding Pinewind Prefecture and intercepting the Bodhisattva Great Scripture, General Nanyang had silently done something even more terrifying.

Bodhisattvas and Immortal Venerables—colossal figures capable of shaking an