"Arhat! The sins I committed back then have already been punished!"
When the form of this golden-bodied Arhat became clear, the Lion-Tiger Beast, pressed down by the massive palm, no longer had the courage to struggle.
All it could do was tearfully wail in despair.
"Little demon toils diligently to atone for sins in the Immortal Court, never daring to show the slightest defiance. I beg the Arhat to see clearly!"
The Arhats of the Bodhi Cult act only under the orders of a certain Bodhisattva.
Therefore, their actions could not possibly be directed at Zi Ling.
This female dragon was not even worthy of attracting the Bodhisattva’s attention.
The Lion-Tiger Beast was confused.
It had already been expelled from the Cult and sent to the Immortal Court to serve as someone's riding mount, so why did the Cult refuse to let it go?
Once having attained a Fruiting Rank, even if stripped away, a demon body cleansed by the power of the Fruiting Rank was no ordinary Golden Lotus practitioner’s match.
Yet under that golden glowing palm, the Lion-Tiger Beast’s head gradually deformed.