"Don't... don't kill me, I am..."

Before the assassin could finish his words, the folding fan pierced his heart directly.

"you……"

The still twitching eyeballs showed the assassin's shock before his death.

Only then did he understand.

The person in front of me is a Shura, not a Buddha.

He didn't care who sent them.

The reason why he said that was actually a means of torture.

The massacre-like counterattack finally stopped.

Everyone looked at the man in white, who was still spotless, and felt fear in their hearts.

Xiao Guangbai reached out and flicked the non-existent dust off his sleeve, his voice as indifferent as ever.

"Everyone, leave no one behind."

Before everyone could react to what he meant, another group of men in black suddenly appeared around them.

Mr. Zheng only had time to see a flash of white blood, and then the beauties he was hugging on both sides died before his eyes.

“Tick-tock…”

The blood-stained double-edged sword continued to reap lives like the scythe of the god of death.

Under his blade, human life is the most fragile thing.

Even Cheng Zuo's sword style became extremely fierce.

The Jinyiwei travel at night, and no soul is left wherever they pass.

The last scene before the eyes of these wealthy businessmen was a piece of clothing embroidered with silver thread stepping over a pool of blood.

There was blood and gore behind him, but Xiao Guangbai walked forward step by step like a jade-faced Shura.

Through the white silk handkerchief, he picked up a silver bracelet submerged in a pool of blood.

After dealing with the people, the Jinyiwei disappeared quietly.

Cheng held the sword in his left hand and knelt on the ground.

"Amitabha……"

The merchant in coarse linen shirt slowly closed his eyes at the sea of ​​blood and corpses, a trace of compassion in his eyes.

"Now that we've dealt with the assassins, no one can stop you. Why don't you give them a chance to live?"

When Xiao Guangbai saw the kind-hearted face of the "businessman", a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

"The holy monk has the world in his heart. Why doesn't he rescue these innocent people?"

The "merchant" chanted a Buddhist name again and silently took off the hat on his head.

There was not a hair on his bald head, only a few scars from years of ordination.

Xiao Guangbai looked at this man who was revered as the Son of God by the people of the world, and a trace of extremely playful expression appeared in his eyes.

"I thought it would be difficult for the Holy Son to come out of the mountain. I had to kill them one by one until the Holy Son came out."

The holy monk Hongguang remained silent.

"Your Majesty, what is the matter with this poor monk?"

Cheng Zuo's tiger body shook.

They never expected that the person they were looking for was actually at a banquet!