Just as Dharma Motkha's blade was about to pierce his heart, a wave of energy pushed the blade away.
He was stunned. He looked at Fade in surprise and said, "Mr. Chen, you..."
Fade looked at him and said, "You've been deceived in this matter as well. You're also a victim. You can't be blamed for this."
"But..." Dharma Motkha murmured as he still wanted to say something.
Fade interrupted him and said in a serious tone, "If you still want to avenge the dead, then stand up and follow me."
Dharma Motkha heard what he said, paused for a moment, and proceeded to walk towards him.
On the other hand, Tulku Daebul's eyes narrowed as he saw his actions. "Motkha, I've taught you martial arts, educated you for so many years, gotten you to a Normahan, and made you a Dharma- raja. Is this how you repay me?" He shouted.
Dharma Motkha wanted to say something but chose not to. Instead, he just plainly shook his head.
However, Fade turned to the duo. "Are you ready to die?" He warned in a cold tone.
Upon hearing this, Tulku Daebul snorted coldly and said, "Young man, do you really think that you can beat me just because you've defeated that useless Kahmul? You'll only end up dead if you're up against me."
"Daebul, you..." Tulku Kahmul flared up as soon as he heard his words.
Nonetheless, Tulku Daebul snorted and said, "I'll handle this. We'll talk about it as soon as you're healed."
Tulku Kahmul instantly fell silent. He took a step back and charged towards his subordinates. "Help me heal my wounds," he shouted.
In an instant, more than a dozen of his men took out a short blade and stabbed it into their hearts. Soon after that, fresh blood came gushing out.
Kahmul immediately breathed in the positive energy from the blood of his men's hearts. His pale face instantly healed before their eyes.
As for his subordinates, their faces quickly turned pale and their breaths were quickly extinguished. One by one, they gradually fell to the ground. However, these people didn't die with a face of surrender but with an energy of fiery spirits. "We're finally going to Heaven," they shouted.
"You're just a group of brainwashed puppets. All of you are hopeless," Fade thought to himself as he saw the scene. His expression darkened as he charged towards Tulku Kahmul.
Upon seeing this, Tulku Daebul snorted and retrieved a bone rod from his chest pocket. Then, he lifted it and waved it in the air.
In an instant, the prayer wheels on one side of the wall started to frantically spin. Streams of dark red energy quickly gathered around the bone rod in his hand.
At that moment, the Thang-ga paintings on the other wall also emitted strange black energy and gathered around the bone rod.
There was a skull on the top of the rod. With the gathering of the black mist, the eyes of the skull turned into a strange dark red color.
At the end of this, upon following Tulku Daebul's movements, the skull shot out two beams of light from its eyes towards Fade.
As the light beams shot out, the entire space instantly dimmed. Shadows of ghosts and screaming cries of the dead immediately erupted in everyone's ears.
Dharma Motkha instantly felt unbearable as his face turned pale. The men and women who survived also couldn't take it and completely passed out.
With a sneer on his face, Tulku Daebul looked at Fade and said, "This temple had always been passed down for generations within my clan for more than two hundred years. The prayer wheels and Thang- ga paintings have accumulated thousands of cries and grievances over those years.."
"Two hundred years of resentment and a thousand souls. You'll be plunged into endless hell and will never be able to reincarnate," Tulku Daebul chuckled.
With a loud shout from him, the ghostly shadows came whizzing towards Fade.
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