Cold, sinister eyes stared fixedly at those dazzling golden stars.
The Evil Ghost Daoist parted his fangs slightly. "I gave you a chance. I allowed you two paths."
"Either leave, or submit."
"You chose neither. Do you think the person behind you can protect you? If he were upright and aboveboard, he would not have sent you out as the bird that sticks its head out, the vanguard before the horse!"
"Call for him loudly. Beg him to save you."
"Let us see whether your choice was right or wrong."
The horned longsword of the 'King Who Slays' turned slightly.
Great Saint Angming braced himself with both hands.
Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, yet he remained stubbornly silent. His dharma form manifested, and a divine weapon abruptly flew from his sea of consciousness, shooting straight toward the masked Evil Ghost Daoist.
Wu Rong sneered. The Earth Soul Stabilizing Spirit spun rapidly, transforming into armor to shield him.
"Strike him midstream before he has crossed the river."
"Seal!"
Angming suddenly felt that more than half the divine ability he had unleashed had become a cage imprisoning himself. Though he had only recently entered the Great Saint realm, he was utterly unable to fight back in this man's hands. How could that not be terrifying?
Dao light and technique shadows flashed past, and Angming realized that his body was already too damaged for further use.
He did not shout or call out as Wu Rong had said, nor did he reveal who had instructed him. Or perhaps he had never believed himself to be acting under anyone's orders.
He had already clearly experienced Wu Rong's strength.
Such cultivation was fundamentally beyond his ability to resist, not to mention that Wu Rong wielded a divine weapon specifically made to restrain