Zhen Pilu who chose to step into the world of mortals, leaving Sanskrit Temple, didn’t feel worry or joy, remaining calm and peaceful.

When facing Cangyue’s ‘interesting’, he only quietly said, “General, please lower your butcher’s knife, let the common people go.”

Following this sound, it was as if there was a great bell that formed in the yellow sand, every single syllable a ringing from this bell, carrying great power as it battered Wenren Cangyue’s scarlet red flying sword.

Endless sand grinded against the sword, producing countless rose red sparks.

“Let the common people go?”

The corners of Wenren Cangyue’s lips curled slightly upwards, knowing that if a cultivator who walked out of Sanskrit Temple could say these words, it meant that Sanskrit Temple already gave him the highest evaluation. He carried a bit of arrogance, but his eyes instead became more resolute, saying with a bit of mockery as he asked in return, “If I don’t take on the world as my enemy, for someone like me, what other meaning is there in living in this world?”

While speaking, his flying sword’s scarlet multicolored brilliance erupted. All of the yellow sand and the formless great bell were completely scattered,...

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