Even the Indian ascetic who had remained silent with his eyes closed slowly opened them. His eyes were deep, like an ancient well, devoid of any emotion. He looked at Zhang Shaozhong, his voice dry and hoarse, yet possessing a strange, penetrating power:
“Benefactor, your sins are too heavy, and you are consumed by karmic fire. The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.”
Zhang Shaozhong looked at the old monk and felt that his voice seemed to carry some kind of mental interference, trying to shake his mind.
But when his Chaos Golden Core trembled slightly, the interference vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
"Old monk, don't give me that crap!"
Zhang Shaozhong scoffed, "You can keep your shore for yourselves! I prefer to dance the night away in this sea of suffering!"
He twisted his neck, his joints cracking and popping, and chaotic energy surged and roared within him, his fighting spirit soaring to its peak!
"If you're going to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"
"All three of you, come at me together!"
"I'm in a hurry, I need to go home and have dinner with my wife after this!"
The moment Zhang Shaozhong uttered his arrogant "Let's go together!", the atmosphere at the top of Lotus Peak instantly became extremely tense!
The Holy Knight Alex's face was ashen, and the holy light on his cross-shaped longsword burned as brightly as a small sun; the sapphire at the top of the Archmage of the Round Table's staff shimmered, the surrounding elements surged, and frost and fire intertwined in the air; the ascetic monk from India was still sitting cross-legged, but it was as if a giant dragon was awakening in his gaunt body, and a heavy, mountain-like pressure of blood energy spread out.
The three forces simultaneously locked onto Zhang Shaozhong, and a great battle was about to break out!
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