Before the light of the teleportation talisman faded, the last thing I saw was the wide-eyed expression of He Xiangu. Her lips moved, and although I couldn't hear her, I knew she was cursing, "Joyful Arhat, you bastard!"
"That’s right, I am a bastard," I muttered into the empty air, turning to face the Immortal-Slaying Formation pressing down from above. "But even bastards have someone they want to protect."
The Master of Heaven’s manic laughter made my eardrums ache. "A mere Arhat, daring to ruin my grand scheme!"
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