"Ah! Ah!"
Fang Sanping let out piercing screams. He did not look like a Yuansu cultivator of supreme cultivation and status, but rather like a hysterical shrew, like a wild beast that had gone completely mad and lost all reason.
It was no wonder Fang Sanping had become like this.
As one of the only two old immortals left in Great Freedom Palace, Fang Sanping's status and position were scarcely inferior to Chen Qingdi's. His influence in the cultivation world even surpassed that of the sect masters of some great sects. People from great sects such as Kunlun and Great Freedom Palace were born with a sense of superiority, as though they stood above all living things.
Yet that superiority itself rested upon the might of Great Freedom Palace. Now, Han Wuji, whose status had matched his own, had been directly slain by Xiao Cha. Even Great Freedom Palace, the source of his superiority, seemed like an ant in Xiao Cha's hands, ready to be crushed to death. How could Fang Sanping endure that?
And once he realized that even together with Luo Bei, he still could not stop Xiao Cha, Fang Sanping finally went mad.
"Yellow Heaven Daoist Robe! Star Burst!"
Streams of dazzling brilliance shot out from every acupoint on Fang Sanping's body, as though his entire body had suddenly become a shining star.
"Ah! Ah! Witch, today I will make your body and soul perish together!"
Amid Fang Sanping's utterly crazed shrieks, a dazzling yellow light shot from his body and covered Xiao Cha. The magic treasure he unleashed was a ritual garment resembling both a cassock and a Daoist robe. Golden thread on its front embroidered patterns of the Yellow Heaven and stars, while its back bore mountains, rivers, and streams. One side was heaven, the