The Asura gathered at the edge of the heaven changed color upon hearing this, looking towards Liaoyin in terrified alarm, while the Esoteric Sect elder, who had already lost both arms, couldn't help the turmoil waging inside him.
If today's sacrifice was for the sake of protecting the orthodox Buddhist faith, let alone losing his spiritual physical body, even passing away in meditation would be insignificant, but for this group of hypocrites?
Liaoyin turned his head to glance at the Asura throng, which resembled Rakshasa, at the sky's edge and couldn't help but sigh.
Rakshasa-like appearance isn't to be feared; after all, appearance arises from the heart, and environments change with it. If the heart harbors kindness, even the most malevolent form will slowly transform.
He had believed the Xiushi, although fierce in appearance, were inherently kind-hearted, but as Tang Luo uncovered the hidden secrets of the Feitian Sect, it left him profoundly disappointed.
