"Amitabha, Benefactor,
put down the butcher's knife, and don't look back to the abyss!" Kong Xuan said with his hands folded in prayer.
"I am just a mere vessel, if I die, then I die.
I hope you won't kill Ao Tian, Hua Tianxue.
For yourself, accumulate merits for others!"
He revealed his great compassion and sympathy.
"None of you three will I kill.
I will make all of you work like oxen and horses for me, clearing away my opponents!
To smooth my path to become Emperor!"
Yang Yan finished speaking, a light shot out from the center of his brow.
"To your souls, I'll brand a seal!"
The Little Golden Man wielded the Heavenly God Platform and struck Kong Xuan on the head.
Bang!
The void trembled, and although Kong Xuan's head suffered no damage, his face suddenly turned as pale as death.
Paler than lime, by three shades!
As he turned his head, a beam of light fell on Hua Tianxue's head.
