With that thought, Duobao had already made his decision.
He looked at the gentle Buddhist light seeping in layer by layer, and a mild smile appeared on his face. Yet to Randeng, that smile was more terrifying than anything.
The thousand radiant treasures suspended above his head slowly ceased their motion, and the dreadful killing intent capable of crushing eternity receded like a tide.
"Very well."
Saint Duobao spoke leisurely, his voice spreading throughout the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and passing clearly through the formation to Mount Sumeru in the West.
"Since the two of you have personally spoken, I will grant you this favor."
The domineering Buddhist light paused at once, seemingly not expecting Duobao to be so accommodating.
Upon hearing this, Randeng's heart, which had risen to his throat, finally settled back down. It was as though all strength had been drained from him. He collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, without even the strength to stand.
He had survived.
He had actually survived beneath a Heavenly Dao Saint's Thousand-Treasure Formation.
"However..."
Duobao's tone abruptly shifted. His gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the battered Randeng and Guangchengzi, who lay on the ground with Demonic Energy and Saint blood mingling around him, barely clinging to life.
"The Karma of my Jie Teachings disciples cannot be settled with a mere plea for mercy."
"Today, for the sake of the two of you, I will spare your lives."
"Randeng." Duobao called him out directly, his voice icy. "Take this disgrace of the Clarify Teachings and get out of my Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation."
"Tell Yuanshi, and tell your Western Teachings as well—if you dare harbor designs against my Jie Teachings disciples again..."
Duobao paused. The thousand treasures behind him suddenly erupted with dazzling divine light, and the killing