Yuan Dao

"My junior brother."

The moment Taiyi saw Zhu Xianzong's expression, he knew he had misunderstood.

He immediately explained as if suddenly enlightened, "After we separated, I was attacked on the Desert Plains. Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Golden Ao and my junior brother rushed to my aid quickly, or I fear my life would have been forfeit. Especially since a peak True Lord arrived afterward."

"I thought that since they were targeting more than just me, the fellow Daoists of the Yuan Dao Alliance, the Pill Alliance, and the Artifact Alliance were likely among their targets as well."

"That was why I hurried here."

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist is unharmed. Otherwise, my Taiyi Sect would never be able to escape blame."

"May I ask where Fellow Daoist Mingfa is?"

Only then did Zhu Xianzong finally relax. With a dark and heavy expression, he said, "Chen Danming is dead."

"He died quickly. I could not stop that person."

"That person's cultivation was absolutely not merely that of a True Lord. He was certainly a peak cultivator." Zhu Xianzong gritted his teeth. The pain tugged at his wounds, making him cough twice, but he forcibly suppressed the blood surging up his throat. Only then did he seem to realize something. He looked toward the blue-faced, black-robed cultivator, then turned his gaze back to Taiyi in horror. "The peak True Lord was driven back?"

There had been a peak cultivator on their side. Then whoever had dealt with Taiyi could not have been an easy opponent—at the very least, a True Lord, perhaps even two of them.

Driving back a peak cultivator was already shocking enough. If they had simultaneously driven back two late-stage cultivators and a True Lord, that would have been a fantasy beyond the heavens.

Yet Taiyi stood before him alive and well,