"Hmph."
"Today, I'll see your body and soul annihilated!"
Holy Mother Wudang's gaze was sharp as knives, locked tightly onto that wisp of Primordial Spirit. Her hands swiftly formed seals, the power of the Investiture of the Gods List already itching to strike at her fingertips.
"Who gave you the nerve?!"
"Stop!"
Randeng roared, the veins at his temples bulging. If True Man Yuding were erased on the spot, his old face would be ground completely into the mud!
Antarctic Immortal was cursing furiously from afar as well, but it was utterly useless.
He himself was already being pressed so hard by Lu Ya and the dark clouds that he could barely breathe. Even protecting himself was difficult—where could he find the strength to save another?
If he insisted on intervening, not only might he fail to save the man, he could very well drag himself down with him...
At the edge of the execution ground.
Yuding's Primordial Spirit swayed on the verge of collapse, only a thread away from scattering completely. Watching Holy Mother Wudang draw closer step by step, his voice trembled as he pleaded incoherently, "Wudang! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
"You may not give me face, but you must at least spare some thought for my master! If I die, my master will never let you off! You won't live to see tomorrow!"
"Don't be rash! If you truly strike, no one will be able to save you!"
Antarctic Immortal and Randeng immediately chimed in loudly, "He's right—do not act recklessly!"
"Impulsiveness harms others and oneself!"
"Don't throw away your life for a moment's satisfaction!"
Duobao burst into hearty laughter and turned to Holy Mother Wudang. "Pay them no mind. Go ahead and do it—slaughter this bastard!"
The dark clouds sneered as well.