Fu Hou's butt was clearly sitting a little crooked. With this round of advice and remonstrance, he had obviously taken Liu Xiaolou's side.
Lü Chuanjie was quite dissatisfied with this. "Fellow Daoist Fu, this hardly looks like you're staying neutral."
Fu Hou smiled. "Wasn't I afraid you'd suffer a loss?"
Lü Chuanjie snorted coldly. "Fellow Daoist Fu, you worry too much. Take care of yourself."
Though he complained aloud that Fu Hou was playing favorites, inwardly he kept sensing the fluctuations of aura within the ancestral hall, weighing them over and over:
The enormous dark-green fist slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash. The earth abruptly exploded, shattered stones spraying wildly in every direction.
Just as the two were about to collide, the black dragon suddenly twisted aside, dodging Chiwen's four hooves. It opened its jaws and bit down on Chiwen's neck, while the pair of giant hook-like claws beneath its belly seized Chiwen's back.
"Since the Dream Splitter is famed as one of the Twelve Spiritual Origins, why is there spiritual power pressure on this altar?" Qing Binghe muttered in confusion. This heavy pressure was absolutely spiritual power pressure. He had experienced spiritual pressure before; he often felt it from Ling Xiang.
Qing Binghe jumped in fright and was just about to evade through the Chaos Qi Flow when he discovered that his body had been sealed, utterly unable to move. Alarm surged through his heart. This Weide Kechen truly was terrifying; he had no chance whatsoever to contend with him.
After thinking for a moment, Li Hexian guessed that the force of being flung out through teleportation was simply too great. When falling, so long as there was even the slightest deviation in angle, and enough space, a person could be thrown a hundred li away.
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