Forcing Back

True Lord Linzhao was a late-stage Grand True Lord, an old-established cultivator of the Hehuan Sect.

He excelled at wielding two golden wheels, large and small as shuttles, moving freely at his will. Beneath their radiant glow, the brilliant light instantly transformed into a vast ocean, drowning the grand formation above Dacheng City.

The two golden wheels merged into upper and lower protruding halves, transforming into a flying shuttle that gathered between True Lord Linzhao's hands.

Just as he was about to unleash spiritual radiance to batter the outer formation's glow, a stream of black qi suddenly flew over from afar. With a flicker, the black qi absorbed countless rays of light. Then, a bluish-white ghost hand stretched from the mist, its purple-black fingernails lightly flicking out a black pebble.

Bang.

It sent the already-launched double-wheeled golden shuttle spinning head over heels, smashing it back into True Lord Linzhao's arms.

True Lord Linzhao looked startled. Only after seeing the newcomer clearly did he finally understand why.

His hands whirled up and down, splitting the golden-wheel shuttle into two halves and gripping them in his hands. Standing atop a cloud, he assumed a stance and shouted, "Hey, vile demon! You killed my junior brother Mingyu. Now that the Hehuan Sect's army stands before your city, one day we will surely scatter your soul and disperse your spirit! Why do you not immediately bind your hands and surrender your weapon? My sect is benevolent and kind; we may yet spare the lives of your sect's disciples and leave a path of survival for your Attendants and dependents."

Tu Shan Jun had originally intended not to waste words on him, but recalling Taiyi's instructions, he still patiently declared, "Mingyu of the Hehuan Sect spoke recklessly and insulted my sect. He even had the