Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 329 - 214 Identity Exposed_3

Chapter 329: Chapter 214 Identity Exposed_3

His eyes were blank, devoid of awareness, yet he merely lifted an arm to block Jiang Feng’s sword. However, the youth wasn’t simple either, as the immense recoil forced him to step back several meters, taking the Demon Burning Furnace from his back to his mouth and blowing on it directly!

The Demon Burning Furnace in his hand was only the size of a palm, but under Jiang’s fanning and igniting, it unexpectedly covered the entire temple. Yet the Arhat didn’t dodge at all, moving freely in the Fierce Fire, lifting the iron wire, the sharp Sword Intent seemingly about to tear through the air.

Facing the Arhat who stood unwaveringly in place, Jiang Feng simply and suddenly turned his body without any warning.

Clang!

Pupils contracted.

Because the Arhat, who was initially bathing in a sea of fire, suddenly teleported in front of Jin Shan, raising both arms, catching his own Sword Qi with brute force.

Feinting one way while attacking another was always one of Jiang Feng’s little tricks, and to confuse Jin Shan, he even did not hesitate to pull out the Demon Burning Furnace, aiming to use the grand fire in front to attract the opponent’s attention, then attacking without any forewarning—a tactic that had never failed him before.

But he could not have anticipated that the Golden Arhat’s speed would be so fast. Looking at Jin Shan’s Linglong Tower, particularly when he noticed the wide-open gate of the Thirteen-story Exquisite Tower, he finally understood what it was.

"Tower of Sinful Karma?"

His expression was worse than if he had eaten excrement.

Jin Shan laughed heartily, his expression completely smug.

"You do have some insight. Yes, this Thirteen-story Exquisite Tower was once the Tower of Sinful Karma under the stewardship to imprison severe offenders. This is the seventy-seventh Golden Arhat under the stewardship, even though his cultivation was destroyed and he’s being punished, how could this Vajra Body of his be broken by someone as incompetent as you?"

"I f*cking..."

Disbelief flashed through his eyes.

Although he did not know the name or surname, being a Dharma Protector Arhat under the stewardship of Vajra Temple, the cultivation starts from Refining Void, and that’s the minimum.

There’s no cap to it.

This Vajra Arhat in front of him had likely committed grave sins within the Vajra Temple, leading to his cultivation being abolished and Divine Sense stripped, whether his Primordial Spirit was extinguished or reincarnated, he still didn’t know, but this indestructible Vajra Body was imprisoned in the Tower of Sinful Karma.

And eventually became a plaything in Jin Shan’s hands.

Looking at Jin Shan as if he was a monster, how did you, a Peak of Core Formation realm, manage to steal this thing from Vajra Temple?

Not only, aren’t you audacious enough to steal Buddha himself? Or you might as well have carried the entire Vajra Temple away.

Unable to control the corners of his mouth curving up, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but burst out laughing on the spot, even leaving Jin Shan slightly puzzled—could this kid have been scared silly?

But Jiang Feng naturally pulled back the true fire that was ravaging the courtyard into the Demon Burning Furnace and with a flip of his palm, it was then taken back into the Qiankun Bag, and even the iron wire in his hand was taken back.

Then, he made a bowing gesture towards Jin Shan.

"I take my leave."

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, he turned his head and ran!

Even Jin Shan was somewhat stunned by the decisiveness of this kid’s escape, and didn’t pursue or let the Golden Arhat chase after him. In only a few breaths’ time, the two had distanced almost a hundred meters and directly left the area enveloped by the Blood Mist.

Watching the youth recede into the distance, the old monk simply stood still, his tone filled with a bit of mockery.

"Run, you think you can escape? Even if the person can escape, can your fate escape?"

"Demon Night True Monarch."

One word at a time.

At the moment the last four words fell, the youth who had nearly escaped to the edge of the cliff suddenly stopped!