"Or are you saying the Celestial Dragon Temple ignores the laws of the Government Office? That it can assassinate a court official at will? If that's the case, then I cannot simply stand by and watch."
"Nie Xiangjun."
Monk Huineng's expression shifted slightly. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by determination.
"No, Donor, you misunderstand. Yikong has lost this battle. I concede on his behalf…"
Then his gaze turned to Chen Sheng.
"I hope Donor Chen will be merciful and spare Yikong."
Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes and sent a voice transmission to Nie Xiangjun.
"Can I kill him?"
Honestly, Chen Sheng had no intention of holding back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have immediately mobilized the Nine Nether Demon Fire, a Divine Technique he had just finished cultivating, to suppress his opponent.
At this point, he didn't even need to do much more. In just a few more breaths, the Demon Fire would burn Yikong to ash.
