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Buddhist Sect warriors at the Heavenly Human Level could be called Buddhas, and there were suddenly three of them present. They found it hard to imagine how such a small place like Tianyang City could harbor so many powerful figures.

Xiao Han did not speak; he had only come to seek refuge. The Great Monk had helped him, and Xiao Han was already content.

He would not let the Great Monk force him to stay; doing so would only drag the three Great Monks into a maelstrom of blood and gore.

"Goodbye." Zi Jian swept up Qing Jian and left the place like a flying bird.

Only then did Xiao Han breathe a sigh of relief, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression somewhat wane.

Upon inspecting the condition inside his body, Xiao Han gave a wry smile; the damage was severe. He had countless snapped meridians, along with various external injuries. Thinking of going to Shushan tomorrow seemed almost impossible.

And even if he truly went, he would be of no use.