The gleaming white giant hand that reached out from the bright moon seized the frantically fleeing White Bone Taoist as easily as one might pick up a chick.
This Three Courts Law Master, who had just declared he would unleash a massacre, did not even have the slightest urge to fight the hand's owner. He merely begged bitterly, "Senior Bixiao, spare my life."
The old Abbot said calmly, "Even immortals cannot persuade a ghost bent on courting death. Besides, what sort of immortal am I? I am merely a nameless scrap of rotten wood."
White Bone Taoist was terrified beyond measure. "I beg Senior Bixiao to clearly state this junior's crimes. This junior will certainly change, certainly mend his ways."
As he spoke, the soul of this dignified Fourteen Realm Cultivator seemed to be forcibly squeezed out of its Dao body by that giant hand. Twisted faces flickered and shifted, while his Yin God drifted like a ribbon, ethereal and insubstantial.
Although White Bone Taoist's current Fourteen Realms had been attained through secret divine techniques and contained quite a lot of water, and although the single-plank boat tied intimately to his Great Dao had been smashed in two by the one surnamed Chen with brute force, leaving flaws in his Dao Fruit and weakening his momentum, Fourteen Realms was still Fourteen Realms.
Had that old Taoist priest not appeared so abruptly, crossing worlds to arrive here, then by White Bone Taoist's usual vicious methods, he truly would have taken advantage of his remaining Fourteen Realm cultivation to stir up wind and rain, turning the Great Li territory upside down and tearing it to pieces before he would rest.
No exquisite Daoist arts from the Three Courts Law Master were seen—only his incessant racket was heard.
The old Abbot frowned faintly.