True Void, Wusheng Laomu

By the time Duàn Yì's martial arts had reached this realm, his desire for specific divine skills and ultimate techniques had already greatly diminished.

Unless it was a martial art like Buddha's Palm or the Heavenly Cripple Divine Skill—something not of this mortal world, capable of defying immortals and gods.

What they sought more was to accumulate Internal Energy, comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and use their hearts to verify their own unique martial paths. By advancing unceasingly in this manner, they would naturally one day achieve Great Accomplishment.

Thus, for a sect of the White Lotus Sect's stature to relentlessly pursue Prince Duan over nothing more than a single martial art, even to the point of such madness, was not very realistic.

There had to be some hidden secret within, and because Prince Duan was naturally Duàn Yì's enemy, Duàn Yì had developed some interest in that secret.

At this moment, Xia Hong's thoughts were almost identical to Duàn Yì's. He too had become interested in the obviously extraordinary thing in Prince Duan's possession, but he was deeply calculating. His expression remained calm and undisturbed, revealing none of it.

Every expert of the White Lotus Sect before them was remarkable. Whatever thoughts they had, preserving themselves had to come first.

True Void Daoist had an ethereal bearing, his entire body suffused with a hazy emptiness. Seeing that the scar-faced youth had gained nothing, he did not seem surprised, and said emotionlessly,

"Words are useless. While they are poisoned, we will seize him directly and torture him severely. I refuse to believe he will not talk."

In his eyes, Prince Duan seemed no different from a beggar by the roadside, enraging both Prince Duan and Xia Shu.

As soon as his words fell, without waiting for anyone else to respond, True