Before his words had even faded, he slashed his palm through the air. The void split open with a crack, revealing a deep, shadowy rift, and he leaped into it.
How could Yuanshi let him go? He immediately waved the Pangu Banner, cleaved open space, and gave chase.
Swish—
The two stood atop a barren, deathly silent star, with nothing but empty desolation in every direction.
No words were needed. The truth would be seen through their hands.
The Great Powers lurking in the shadows to watch the battle all gathered their Divine Senses. A clash between Saints came once in myriad years—who would be willing to miss it?
Meanwhile, within Chaoge City, Daoist Duobao had already sensed that his master had lured Yuanshi far into the starry realms for a fierce battle. He had wanted to go watch as well, but for now, not one of these Chan Teachings lapdogs before him would be allowed to escape!
He threw back his head and roared, "You utterly shameless Chan Teachings rats, come! Let's see the real thing under our hands!"
Holy Mother Wudang, too, gritted her teeth and said coldly, "This time, let's see where you can run!"
In an instant, the four Quasi-Saints of Jie Sect attacked together, each picking an opponent and splitting up to surround and kill them.
Daoist Duobao locked onto Daoist Randeng and roared harshly, "Randeng, you old thief! Today, you are dead beyond doubt!"
Seeing the four from Jie Sect charge like tigers unleashed from their cages, bearing wind and thunder with them, Randeng and the others went pale as paper.
Randeng in particular could not stop his legs from trembling. More than half of his Primordial Spirit had been cut away, shaking the foundation of his cultivation. How could he withstand Daoist Duobao's