Subhuti felt that his disciple truly lacked humanity, and moreover, he was giving the Saints a hard time.
"Die again? Changsheng, even if I wanted to cooperate, Tathagata doesn't have the strength for it."
Most of Saint Cundi's cultivation base was now in the hands of this incarnation of Subhuti.
He would just stand there and let Tathagata kill him, unless Tathagata got the Four Immortal-Slaying Sacred Swords, otherwise, he might not even be able to land a cut.
Of course, from Tathagata's perspective, all of this was different.
Ji Changsheng also said, "Teacher, Tathagata doesn't know."
Subhuti, "...Changsheng, I'm not Hao Tian, I don't cultivate the Path of Endurance, I care about my face, I can't really become the disgrace of the Saints."
Ji Changsheng persuaded, "Teacher, you've already become the disgrace of the Saints."
Subhuti had no words to retort.
The truth always hurts the divine.