Fo Tian and Fo Qiong hovered in mid-air, each seated upon a lotus flower manifested from Buddhist energy. With their hands pressed together in prayer, their faces bore expressions of profound sanctity.
"Amitabha, Patron Su. Years ago, you slaughtered the disciples of our Buddha Clan with reckless abandon, your killing intent far too heavy. Out of our Buddha's infinite compassion, this monk promises that as long as you surrender the remains of the Divine Dao Warrior, you may preserve your life. Furthermore, if you are willing to convert to our Buddha, I can even offer you my assistance."
Su Zhan slowly lifted his head. The thick iron chains behind him rattled with a piercing, harsh metallic clang that echoed through the damp dungeon.
Chapter 272