Inside the treasury, the demon cultivators wore ashen faces and remained silent.
Mostly, this was because the Dharma Body had clamped its hands over their mouths. Even if they wanted to speak, they could not.
The Void-Aspect Dharma Body held their heads as though dangling a few dead fish freshly hauled from the water.
"If you won't answer, I'll take that as agreement." Song Yan's tone was casual.
In truth, he felt little about whether these demons lived or died.
He could kill them, or he could let them go.
But Penglai's current situation in the Eastern Sea did not seem particularly good.
On the surface, Penglai now had only one Spirit Transformation cultivator left.
If he really killed these people, he could certainly dust off his backside and leave once he got out of here, but Penglai would probably find itself in an even more difficult position.
Yang Zhiyi and Shen Xu stood to one side, staring blankly at the Dharma Body, neither speaking for a long while.
This was their first time seeing Void Aspect.
The Dharma Body was pitch-black, with gilded patterns across his body. Beneath his Nuo Mask, two dark-gold pupil flames burned quietly.
Eight powerful arms extended from his shoulder blades, their posture flamboyant, yet strangely inspiring neither a sense of chill nor fear.
His killing intent towered to the heavens, yet there was something about him-
Zen-like?
Since Mount Luojia of the Heavenly Sea Buddhist Kingdom had once been on friendly terms with Penglai, Shen Xu had read some Buddhist Sect scriptures. Now, his thoughts churned ceaselessly.
The more he looked, the stranger it seemed. Though this Dharma Body appeared wreathed in towering demonic flames, he carried a distinct sense of Zen martial practice.
Those eight arms, those colors of black and gold-could this