Is Yang Jian Truly Going to Be Suppressed?

"Hahahahaha..."

Hearing King Ksitigarbha's words, Yang Jian, trapped within the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation, suddenly stopped struggling and burst into loud laughter.

That laughter was filled with endless mockery and coldness.

"So after all that talk, after circling around such a huge loop, this is what you were waiting for!"

Yang Jian's laughter cut off, and his gaze became incomparably sharp.

"You want me to lay down my hatred and go become a monk with you? Then send my mother to that Ultimate Bliss World of yours, to be a puppet for anyone to manipulate?"

"King Ksitigarbha, you've really made your little abacus clack with perfect precision!"

Yang Jian's heart was bright as snow.

He understood in an instant.

These people had never intended to help him from beginning to end.

They had only taken a fancy to his Quasi-Saint cultivation, to his unyielding will, and wanted to convert him over so he could become a useful watchdog for their Western Teachings!

Just like back then, when Saint Zhun Ti wanted to convert the disciples of the Jie Teachings—the same recipe, the same flavor!

"Benefactor, your demonic thoughts run too deep. You are beyond reason."

Seeing that Yang Jian not only failed to appreciate his kindness but even spoke with such insolence, a trace of anger finally appeared on King Ksitigarbha's compassionate face.

"In that case, today, I'm afraid I must employ demon-subduing methods for once!"

He struck his Tin Staff down, and the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship Formation blazed with brilliant light. Endless Buddhist power transformed into golden chains, coiling toward Yang Jian to suppress him completely.

"Demon-subduing methods?"

Hearing those four words, Yang Jian trembled with rage, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He stared fixedly at King Ksitigarbha's compassionate face, the fury and mockery in