"It seems they're all ready to come knocking!"
The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, pressed his palms together, and invoked the Buddha's name. "Amitabha! Mercy, mercy. Since you court death and come knocking, benefactor, this poor monk can only deliver you to the afterlife!"
No sooner had the monk finished speaking than his figure vanished completely.
The very next moment, he appeared in midair.
Meanwhile, the four had just left the Ten Thousand Fiends Abyss and arrived at a certain location.
All four frowned at once, seemingly sensing something, and looked up.
"It's him, Monk Kongxin!"
At the sight of the monk overhead, their pupils contracted slightly. Without the slightest will to fight, all four chose to flee.
"No, we have no chance of victory against him."
Without the slightest hesitation, the four mighty Saints turned and ran the instant they saw Monk Kongxin, afraid that if they were too slow, they would be delivered to the afterlife.
"Amitabha. Where might you four benefactors be going in such a blazing hurry?"
Monk Kongxin narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled softly.
Just as his words fell, he abruptly swept his arm upward, and an enormous dome completely imprisoned the so-called four great Saints.
Naturally, there were differences in strength among Saints. Each of those four great Saints was at the Saint Early Stage.
Kongxin, by contrast, was already at the Saint Late Stage.
The Saint level was not divided into first heaven, second heaven, and so forth, but into five stages: early, middle, late, peak, and perfection!
Likewise, the gap between each stage was enormous.
For instance, even ten early-stage Saints could not hold a single middle-stage Saint.
Following that logic, Monk Kongxin alone was more than capable of slaying the four great Saints before him!
"Kongxin, are you truly going