Desperate Dog Jumps the Wall

Several Bodhisattvas could not stop themselves from swallowing.

By this point, any talk of begging for mercy would have seemed laughable.

Even if True Lord Taixu did not kill them, the Three Immortals Sect disciples surrounding them like wolves would never watch them leave.

Now that the Buddhist treasure had been seized, all it would take was an order from that young man in white, and these disciples would pounce without hesitation, tearing them to shreds, clothes, bones, and flesh alike.

"Everyone—"

The five Bodhisattvas exchanged glances, each seeing the resolve to die in the others' eyes.

With their cultivation, they could indeed only wield part of this Buddhist treasure's power. Yet True Lord Taixu had relied on sheer strength to withstand it, already proving the depth of his formidable cultivation. The few of them, even if they fought to the death, could never hope to harm him.

The next moment, the five ceased hesitating and fled in five different directions without prior agreement.

How many would survive today could only be left to fate.

"Thieving monks, you think you can run?!"

The other Three Immortals Sect disciples finally recovered from their shock.

From that staff strike capable of destroying heaven and earth, to it now being casually wedged between mountain peaks by that colossal heavenly-curtain shadow—the contrast was so immense that one could almost believe the Buddhist treasure had merely been an illusion conjured by several monks.

Someone, humiliated and enraged, swept forward and drew a magic artifact, intending to kill one of the fleeing Bodhisattvas.

But just then, his companion abruptly seized his sleeve and signaled with his eyes toward the peak of Sky Pagoda Mountain.

Senior Brother Taixu was still standing where he had been, quietly watching the five men flee.

The colossal shadow behind him showed