All Means Exhausted

Just as the Nascent Soul clone and Zhao Daosheng vanished, a blue palm suddenly tore through the cave abode like lightning and slammed fiercely into Zhang Tie with overwhelming force.

A heaven-shaking boom rang out, and the entire mountain trembled violently beneath that strike. Immediately afterward, the mountain was smashed to pieces like tofu, sending dust billowing into the sky.

When the dust settled, the towering mountain had vanished without a trace. In its place was a massive crater more than ten zhang deep, as though the earth itself had been forcibly crushed down.

Yet from the bottom of that crater, a streak of black light shot out like a meteor, soaring straight into the sky.

"Hmph, not bad. You actually have a pure body-refining clone. Interesting." A fat man in blue Daoist robes stood in midair, his voice booming like a great bell and deafening to the ears.

The fat man had a burly build and a face full of flesh, yet his small eyes glinted with cold light. He sized Zhang Tie up and down, a disdainful smile curling at his lips as he said slowly, "But with just that little ability, trying to escape from my grasp is far too naive."

Zhang Tie hovered in midair, his face somewhat pale, but his gaze remained exceptionally resolute.

He clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to the fat man. "Greetings, Senior. This junior is Zhang Tie, and my master is Xuanyuan Muxue of the Night Clan. May I ask how this junior has offended Senior? I hope Senior will enlighten me."

"You killed my Sea Clan's Kirin Son in the Guanghan Realm, and just now you killed an Integration stage elder of my Sea Clan. Even if your master is an Eighth-Tier Formation Master of the Night Clan, there