In the space of a thought...
The Qi Family and Jiangnan Sangge threatened the monks before them with the lives of every monk in the temple.
Lin Feng could not bear to watch.
It was a gradual tightening of the screws.
Pressure on their minds.
Escalating without pause.
Rather than calling it Jiangnan Sangge's idea,
It would be more accurate to call it a demand from the Pagan Dynasty's King and nobles.
One after another, they killed in an orderly fashion.
They wanted to use slaughter to break the resolve of every monk in the temple.
To obtain something.
Watching made Lin Feng feel sick. He turned his Intent to the others present, observing their every move.
Those present, particularly the monks in front of the Buddhist hall,
remained as calm as still water.
Lin Feng saw that everyone's Intent was actually fixed on these monks. Any tiny opening he showed would be magnified without limit.
But in theory, Jiangnan Sangge had a way to overcome these Monks' Buddhist arts.
He had a knack for dealing with monks.
Why wasn't he making a move?
Was he plotting something?
Or did he currently lack the means to deal with these monks?
Even when blood splashed onto them, their faces remained expressionless.
They simply chanted softly.
As Jiangnan Sangge spoke, Lin Feng stood beside him and caught a powerful stench coming from his body.
It smelled like rotting meat.
Was Jiangnan Sangge injured?
Had Dharma Protector Skanda frightened him out of his wits, damaging both his body and God-soul?
Jiangnan Sangge glanced once more at the drowsy noble.
"You've studied the Buddha Hall extensively. You should be able to tell where that Buddhist treasure is."
A Qi Family member spoke quietly to Jiangnan Sangge.
Expressionless, Jiangnan Sangge said, "Following the layout of