Chen Tianyang gave his wrist a light flick, the blade flashing as he shook off the fresh crimson blood. He glanced at Cheng Tianlu, then turned his gaze toward the trembling monks and said, "Keep playing the music, keep chanting the requiem. If you're too slow, Deputy Hall Master Xin Lian won't be able to make it to the Western Paradise."
The monks were deathly pale, too terrified to run, and could only stumble through the rhythm of their funerary chants.
Chen Tianyang pointed his sword at Cheng Tianlu and raised an eyebrow. "Now there’s only you left. If you hurry, you can still keep Xin Lian company."
Chapter 843