Who could guarantee whether they would succeed this time? What would happen if they failed?
If not for the Star Race's overwhelming strength.
And the powerful faction backing him.
That was what these rebellious races truly valued.
To support the Star Race in rebelling against the Buddhist Sect, they had secretly purged almost all of the Buddhist Sect's influence from their territories.
That was also why Xinghui had reacted so strongly upon hearing that Jin Chanzi belonged to the Buddhist Sect.
Arrogant and conceited, Xinghui paid no attention at all to the powerful figures fighting the Devil Race in the Primordial World.
Perhaps even when he heard of Holy Monk Jin Chanzi, he merely took him for some renowned expert.
Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, Xinghui nodded in satisfaction. "Hmph, guards! Drag him out and bring me his head."
He really dared to act. The Star Race experts stepped forward and seized Jin Chanzi.
At the sight, the confidence on Jin Chanzi's face instantly crumbled.
He stared at Xinghui in utter shock.
"I am the Buddhist Sect's Holy Monk! If you kill me, aren't you afraid of the Buddhist Sect's retaliation?"
"I have saved many powerful figures in the Primordial World. Many owe me a debt of gratitude. Aren't you afraid of their retaliation?"
"I represent Fate, and I possess profound fortune. If you fail to kill me, your Star Race will be in for a disaster."
Xinghui looked at Jin Chanzi, utterly speechless.
It looks like this fellow is courting death.
Even now, he is still threatening me.
He hasn't even begged for mercy.
Even if I wanted to let him go.
He would have to give me a way to save face, wouldn't he?
*One look is enough to tell that this fellow has no talent for