In midair, Fahai was sheltering Jin Keng.
Same old line: whether Jin Keng lived or died, Fahai didn’t truly care.
But he had only just secured a foothold in the Yuan Spirit Heaven, was about to lay an egg in this nest and use the resources of the Xuan Yan Celestial Court to strengthen himself.
Having finally settled in, Jin Keng could not die on his turf — and he certainly could not let Jin Keng’s death be tied to him.
A Vajra Dharma form hovered over his head, casting out a sarira radiance that enveloped Jin Keng.
Fahai’s foot traced a Thought-Escape technique; his figure flickered like a phantom.
He whirled around Jin Keng in maddened circles, a Vajra Sword in hand, hacking wildly at the hundreds of pitch-black silhouettes.
The bald man stood to one side, palms joined, smiling: “Senior Brother Fahai, this man’s sins run deep. Today he must be liberated from his suffering, otherwise who knows how many innocent lives he’ll slaughter… Brother, compassion is good, of course it is. But a heart full of mercy cannot be given to these poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts.”
A dozen or more black silhouettes circled past Fahai and slammed heavy fists into the sarira radiance.
A dull, mountain-crumbling roar rose up.
The sarira radiance violently trembled; Fahai’s body rocked slightly and his internal organs throbbed with pain.