Hearing this, Jade Ding could no longer spare thought for anything else. Like a drowning man clutching at his last straw, he rushed toward True Man Taiyi—at the very least, Taiyi still had a protective Dharma treasure on him.
As for his own supreme defensive treasure, its spiritual power had long since run dry. It could no longer be activated.
"Nine Dragons Shield!"
True Man Taiyi forcibly drew upon his remaining spiritual power, gathering nine divine dragons wreathed in flame into one and condensing them into a crimson-gold shield of light, which blocked the way before Jade Ding.
Boom!
The instant the shield touched Holy Mother Wudang's divine ability, it shuddered violently before cracking apart in the blink of an eye, dissolving into specks of spiritual light that scattered into the void.
"Holy Mother Wudang! Stop!"
Jade Ding's face was drained of color. Looking at that world-destroying blow, he felt all hope turn to ashes.
Bang!
Another heavy strike came down. Jade Ding's Primordial Spirit was already as thin as a cicada's wing, nearly transparent. If it suffered even the slightest residual force, it would vanish into smoke and dust at once!
True Man Taiyi felt his heart and gallbladder split apart. Throwing all caution aside, he lunged forward to save him.
"Wash your neck and wait! Once I finish dealing with him, I'll send the two of you onto the Investiture of the Gods List together so you can reunite!"
Holy Mother Wudang leaped up and delivered a vicious kick to True Man Taiyi's waist and ribs, sending him flying backward while vomiting blood. Old wounds burst open and fresh injuries were added, blood pouring from him in streams.
"Wudang! Are you really not afraid of death?!"
"If you kill me, how many more days can you live?!"
"Spare