What I Want, I'll Take with My Own Hands

"You—"

Lin Shuya suddenly felt lost and at a loss. In his impression, immortals and Buddhas had always been steady and composed, as though everything under heaven lay within their grasp.

This was the first time he had seen such unbearable changes in expression on the faces of these Great Freedom Bodhisattvas.

With earthshaking power in your hands and divine abilities that made you undying and indestructible, what exactly were you afraid of?!

Lin Shuya suddenly did not dare turn around.

He could not understand why the young man behind him—the former Southern Suppression General, whom no one acknowledged anymore and who had once needed to conceal his name and flee to preserve his life—could now make immortals and Buddhas fall silent as one.

Within the Golden Throne Hall, which had sunk into dead silence,

the four Great Freedom Bodhisattvas seated high upon the altar platforms were no less horrified than Lin Shuya. They stared in terror at the figure in dark robes pinned with gold, their thoughts drifting into a daze.

At a time when the two sects were scouring heaven and earth, even first-rank titans deploying in droves and leaving no wilderness unchecked, determined to capture this man, this wanted criminal of the Immortal Court had actually dared to swagger straight into the imperial city!

This was undoubtedly a suicidal act.

Yet before they could concern themselves with the other party's death, what concerned the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas even more was their own lives.

A great part of a second-rank powerhouse's confidence came from being undying and indestructible.

Could the reason the two sects had reached an agreement to jointly hunt down this disciple who had rendered immense service to the Three Immortals Sect not be that he might possess some strange means capable of erasing the fruition