If he only had a few hundred years of cultivation, he should have been able to put up a fight if he used his Arhat Golden Body.
Qingshan frowned, "The Soul Reaper who appeared before clearly had this level of cultivation."
But this time, it seems different.
The abbot of Hanshan Temple looked at the Soul Reaper, a hint of fear in his eyes. "This guy's cultivation is at least a thousand years old, or even stronger."
"Today, no one can protect this kid!"
After speaking, he moved swiftly and sped away into the distance, completely ignoring the people from Rushan.
At this critical juncture, protecting his own life is naturally the most important thing for him.
Seeing this, Kong Jia's expression also became very solemn. "A cultivation of over a thousand years, this is not good!"
A strong sense of unease arose in his heart.
The Soul Reaper looked at Kong Jia and said, "Hand over that brat, and the others will be fine."
Upon hearing this, Kong Jia frowned and remained silent.
On one hand, there was his favorite disciple; on the other hand, there was the safety of the entire Confucian Mountain. He could not give up either side.
Seeing this, Dugu Hai stepped forward and said, "This has nothing to do with the teacher and senior brothers. You can do whatever you want with me!"
His gaze was resolute, as if he were prepared to face death.
He had only taken two steps when a hand blocked his way. "If you want to kill your junior brother, kill me first!"
It is indeed a green mountain.
Kong Jia's eyes flickered slightly. He hadn't expected Qingshan to be so decisive, disregarding his own safety to protect Dugu Hai.
Seeing this, one scholar after another stepped forward, blocking Dugu Hai's path. "If you want to kill your junior brother, kill me first!"
"If you want to kill your junior brother, kill me first!"
Seeing so many Confucian scholars step forward, the Soul Reaper snorted coldly, and a surge of Yin energy rose around him. "Fine, then you can all die!"
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