Blood rain scattered during the bright morning.
The blood rain fell on the mountain range and the many Buddha statues. Some of the blood landed on their faces and made it look like the Buddhas were crying.
In the next second, the golden Buddha body projection opened his eyes and stared at Li Xiandao in shock.
"You... You deserve to die!" The Dalin Temple higher-ups above in the Nine Skies were furious. Their gazes towards Li Xiandao were filled with killing intent, and their hatred was as thick as blood.
Of the 33 disciples, all of them were killed by that one sword. When had Dalin Temple ever suffered such humiliation in the Nine Skies?
But in the Ten Lands, they had!
The key was that the experts came down from the Nine Skies.
