Human Emperor's Prison-Suppressing Scripture

Lin Yi and Gan Hao both turned their heads.

The newcomer stood atop a wind-eroded boulder dozens of yards away, tall and slender, his dark red kasaya utterly still amid the desolate wind.

A string of prayer beads rested in his right hand. The beads were dark and dull, their material indiscernible, each one polished smooth and round.

The aura he gave off was utterly out of place in this barren world—compassionate, tranquil, carrying an unhurried composure.

Gan Hao spoke first, his tone blunt. "Who are you?"

The young monk pressed his palms together, and the prayer beads lightly clicked between his fingers.

"Azure Subtle Ancient Domain, Great Brahma Chan Monastery, Xuan Mi."

After giving his name, he swept his gaze back and forth between Lin Yi and Gan Hao, his voice mild and even.

"The two benefactors are both exceedingly strong, and each has hope of entering the top ten. Would it not be a pity to fight each other to the death here? Better to save it for the core region, where you may have a fair battle."

Lin Yi did not reply.

He had been scanning Xuan Mi with his Spirit Eyes. This man's foundation was as solid as a block of iron tempered a thousand times.

He was a tough nut to crack.

Gan Hao stared at Xuan Mi for two breaths, then suddenly laughed.

"Fine." He flexed his fingers, his joints crackling. "Take one punch from me. If you can withstand it, I'll listen to you. He's a good opponent too—I don't want to decide victory or defeat here either."

"Amitabha." Xuan Mi pressed his palms together. The prayer beads dangling from his fingers swayed lightly. "Benefactor, please feel free to strike with all your strength."

"Little bald monk, you've got guts."

Gan Hao let