"If you don't want him to die, then stop right now!"
Golden Cicada struck out with a Buddha's Palm, the gale from it howling like a raging storm, shattering the void around Lin Heng from afar.
The terrifying Buddha's Palm descended with the posture of Five Finger Mountain, pressing down toward him.
"No! Let me go!"
Sun Wukong saw this scene, anxiously shouting, hurriedly stopping his pursuit.
However, Golden Cicada lowered his head, revealing a malicious grin.
"Too late to respond."
"He still has to die!"
The Buddha's Palm slammed down.
With the stance of annihilating all things!
Since the moment he saw Lin Heng, Golden Cicada never intended to let him go.
No other reason.
The talent of the Immortal Court Daoist Lord in front of him was too terrifying.
In just a few short years.
He had grown from a lower realm Ascender into a formidable Ancestral Immortal.
Such a Daoism prodigy.
If Golden Cicada hadn't emerged, it would have been fine.
