A few words from Xiao Yu, the ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls Valley, and Wen Ba, the ancestor of Heavenly Demon Mountain, temporarily steadied the troops whose morale Lin Bai had shaken.
Yet those bearing the Heavenly River and those without it still stood as distinctly apart as two rivers of different colors.
The cracks already existed. How could they possibly heal so easily?
"Fellow Daoists, our best course now is to kill Lin Bai with a Thunderclap Assault, giving him no chance to catch his breath." Wen Ba of Heavenly Demon Mountain loudly urged the Mahayana Realm cultivators present into action. "The Brat's laws are bizarre. The longer we drag this out, the more things can change."
"Brother Wen is absolutely right." Everyone voiced their agreement, continuing to put pressure on Lin Bai.
"Disgusting people without hurting them has always been the weakness of laws. Unless they're like Wuwang and Zhou Zu, forcibly bound together by your Law of Love until they're willing to die for each other, ordinary love just means an extra water ring around them. Aside from some awkwardness, it hardly affects their daily lives. It even makes getting water easier." Watching the allied forces regroup in the distance, Ye Song leisurely offered his opinion. "Master, if you don't kill anyone, they'll never feel the pain. You'll only put yourself in greater danger."
"Are you threatening me?" Lin Bai asked, glancing at the Heavenly River around Ye Song.
"I'm stating the facts." Ye Song chuckled, then looked at Lin Bai and said awkwardly, "Master, I'm different from them. I sincerely want to comprehend laws. Whether I have a Heavenly River makes no difference."
"What are you doing?" Lin Bai asked.
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Lin Bai's abrupt question left Ye Song