The old Dao Lord overseeing the battle was about to rise.
At once.
Golden light burst forth from the distant heavens.
A voice transmission descended.
The three faced one another from afar beneath the vault of heaven.
"Old Ghost Wei, why interfere in a struggle between juniors? Which one of us did not tread over countless fellow cultivators and heavenly prodigies before attaining the Great Dao and becoming Dao Lords?"
A voice carrying authority yet laced with cold mockery drifted down from the clouds. It was not merely a voice; the aura containing terrifying spiritual workings had already sealed off the area.
As the two Dao Lords arrived in person, several more Great Dao Lords flew over as well.
Wei Luege's expression darkened.
Whether this matter had been provoked by the Dao Sect or the Ancient Immortal Tower, it had reached a point beyond his control. Even if he wished to intervene and stop it, the Ancient Immortal Tower would never allow him to act freely.
Rather, the Ancient Immortal Tower was delighted to see such a situation unfold.
As long as that three-headed, six-armed artifact spirit ruthlessly killed a few people, the Dao Sect would be unable to wash its hands of the matter.
Wei Luege gazed gravely at the soul banner artifact spirit that had unleashed One Qi Transforms into Three Purities. At this moment, how dearly he hoped his voice transmission could make the other party calm down.
Clang!!!
The sacred nail-hammer weapon in Green-Faced Fiend's hand snapped in response.
Razor-sharp sword qi tore through the Ghost King's flesh.
Ghost blood sprayed out, soaking the earth and staining the sky black.
Liu Yanghe unleashed boundless magical power and seized the slashing sword in one hand.
The two swords became one like twin dragons at that instant.