Free and Easy, I Roam as I Please; Unfettered, a Wandering Saint Immortal

The generals of Xi Qi fell utterly silent.

Shen Gongbao's face turned deathly pale.

First Qingxu had been defeated.

Then Randeng had retreated.

Zhao Gongming alone had rendered all the Chan Sect immortals speechless.

Riding Hei Hu, Zhao Gongming stood before the Shang Army's formation. He recalled the Sea-Calming Pearl and laughed loudly.

"Randeng!"

"You, the Vice Sect Leader of Chan, are nothing more than this!"

Cheers shook the heavens from within the Shang Army's ranks.

Wen Zhong stroked his beard and smiled.

The Ten Heavenly Lords swept away the gloom from having their formations broken and all voiced their delight.

Nezha even spun once through the air atop his Wind Fire Wheels before shouting toward the Xi Qi camp.

"Shen Gongbao!"

"Are you still going back to Kunlun this time?"

Shen Gongbao felt his chest tighten, yet had no words to answer.

Daoist Randeng stood within the camp, his face grim.

True Lord Qingxu, injured and seated to one side, looked even more ashamed.

Chijingzi and Grand Master Lingbao exchanged glances, each seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.

Though the Ten Absolute Formations had been broken and the people trapped within rescued,

Zhao Gongming was an even harder obstacle to overcome than the Ten Absolute Formations.

The atmosphere in the Xi Qi camp was so heavy it nearly solidified.

True Lord Qingxu swallowed a medicinal pill and sat cross-legged to regulate his breath. Chijingzi and Grand Master Lingbao guarded him nearby, neither looking particularly pleased.

Daoist Randeng stood in the tent. Though the Coffin Lamp protected his shoulder, it still throbbed faintly with pain.

Shen Gongbao said in a low voice,

"The Sea-Calming Pearl in Zhao Gongming's hands is overwhelmingly powerful. Once all twenty-four pearls strike in succession, even Senior Brother can barely withstand them."

Nangong Shi cautiously