I don’t know who led the charge, or perhaps it was an instinctual reaction at the height of fear.
The four great monks unexpectedly bent their knees in succession, gradually kneeling beneath that flowing Xuan Shang robe.
They feared this young man even more than those First Rank giants.
After all, who could truly take their lives, this group of Great Freedom Bodhisattvas understood very clearly.
"True Monarch... True Monarch, spare us..."
In fact, this group of Great Freedom Bodhisattvas had long abandoned any extravagant hope of surviving.
After all, Shen Yi’s ruthlessness towards the Bodhi Sect followers in the East Continent was well known; whenever he acted, his sword never left any survivors.
"What did you call me?"
Shen Yi bent slightly, his fingers resting on a shiny bald head, forcing them to look up at him directly.
The Great Freedom Bodhisattvas were stunned for a moment, quickly reacted, and immediately changed their address, their voices trembling: "Please, Your Majesty, forgive us..."
This scene undoubtedly left the entire assembly of civil and military officials dumbfounded.
It turned out that these high and mighty Immortal Buddhas could also be scared out of their wits, and their fawning, pleading posture was even worse than that of many mortals.
Even the same Dragon Throne, just with a different person sitting on it, showed such a vast difference.
"Do you know what I want?"
Shen Yi leaned closer to the monk’s ear, his chilling voice causing their bodies to tremble even more.
The Great Freedom Bodhisattvas repeatedly kowtowed.
Seeing this, Shen Yi slowly released his grip, casually waved his sleeve, and the four figures were thrown back as if struck by a heavy blow, crashing to the ground, and rolled out of the Jinluan Hall in disarray.
They never imagined they would still have a chance to live.
After stumbling to their feet, they suppressed the burning anger in their eyes, staring blankly at the relaxed young man in the palace.
Shen Yi, leaning lazily on the Dragon Throne, played with his fingers, too lazy to even raise his eyes, and said indifferently: "Go back, gather people."
Upon hearing this, even as the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas struggled to restrain their emotions, they still felt a surge of intense humiliation.
Even the Jade Void Universe True Monarch, how dare he so contemptuously dismiss both sects!
They more or less guessed what the other party wanted... A young man who once made an Immortal Oath to ascend to the position of Immortal Emperor was brazenly suppressed by the Bodhi Sect.
Now, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the two sects, he forcibly seized the Red Dust World, encompassed the Divine Dynasty, intending to reclaim what should rightfully be his!
Understanding this, the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas gnawed their teeth in resentment, clutching their heads as they scrambled to flee the Imperial City.
Meanwhile, in the Jinluan Hall.
Lin Shuya stared in a daze as the Bodhisattvas left until they were out of sight.
Numbly turning back, he stared intently at the figure on the throne, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally guessed a clue, then burst into maniacal laughter as if he had lost his soul.
"So that’s it, so that’s it!"
That damned beast had actually handed over the Divine Dynasty’s foundation, the bloodline that could draw the Emperor’s Aura of the world, to an outsider.
"He didn’t trust me, but he trusted you. He’s not only a madman, but a fool."
"The Divine Dynasty being taken by an outsider is well-deserved!"
Lin Shuya laughed until he was out of breath, tears filling his eyes, as he knelt on the ground, beating his chest with force: "He was unwilling to transcend, yet so many covet his transcendence. You’ve labored long and hard, played the act for so long, and in the end, you’ve succeeded. I am impressed! I am impressed!"
"Lin Shuya—" The emaciated middle-aged man raised both arms, his voice like a cracked gong, full of ridicule and mockery, then fiercely kowtowed: "Greetings to the Immortal Emperor!"
His strange and insane actions made everyone’s eyes around him turn peculiar.
After paying his respects, Lin Shuya foolishly smiled and raised his head again, looking at the young man seated on the Dragon Throne.
After a long while, his laughter gradually weakened.
Because Shen Yi’s face showed no change at all, silently overlooking him, as if watching a monkey show.
Such a gaze made Lin Shuya’s mind echo with the other’s evaluation of him just now.
A dog that prefers a shameful life to a heroic death.
He bit his lips hard, until his mouth was full of crimson; for someone who prided himself on saving the world, this was undoubtedly the greatest insult.
Lin Shuya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and croaked hoarsely: "Immortal Buddha cannot be defeated."
This was his personal experience, and there could be no mistake.
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze.
A thick Tribulation Power suddenly descended, pinning Lin Shuya firmly in the center of the hall, unable to move or even close his eyes, forced to maintain an expression of wide-eyed staring like a statue.
Shen Yi closed his eyes, feigned slumber, and reclined back onto the Dragon Throne, his clear voice echoing in the hall.