He didn't try to force his way up but let the impact send him flying. As he fell freely, he steadied his center of gravity and stepped back onto the flying sword. A dozen figures attacked from various angles, and if one looked closely, they could all be seen as monks.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"If the Bodhisattva has the marks of self, man, sentient beings, and longevity, then he is not a Bodhisattva. All these fools understand this principle, so why can't you, who have received such great kindness from the abbot, see through your delusions?"
"All marks are false. Yan Ruyu, oh Yan Ruyu, you have the cultivation but not the understanding of Buddhist nature. For those false reputations and cultivations, you actually joined the Demon Race, betraying your promises and loyalty. Could the title of Demon Night True Monarch be worth more than the lives of hundreds of millions in the Central Plains!"
"Sinful beast, you deserve to die!"
Whoosh—
