The moonlight inside the temple was sliced into fragments by the golden light erupting from the Buddha’s head. As the beam dissipated, the scar on Chiyan’s face rose and fell with his ragged, violent breathing.
He stared at the Buddha’s head, mere inches away, emitting a low, beast-like growl. Flames surged from his palms, scorching a charred hole in the cuff embroidered with the Holy Monarch Cult’s emblem. "You dare stop me? Lord Saint Sovereign will crush you—"
Before he could finish, his right leg was suddenly ensnared by an unseen force.
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