One of the Four Demon Generals, Mahabrahma!

Above, sword qi crisscrossed the sky.

The ancient sword in Holy Mother Wudang's hand erupted with bone-piercing cold light, every strand of sword qi aimed straight for vital points.

Jade Cauldron True Person wielded the Immortal-Slaying Sword, circling at the side in support, his sword light peerlessly sharp.

The Quasi-Saint of Northern Darkness Palace had already been severely weakened after losing an arm. Now, besieged by the direct disciples of Two Saints, he found himself in peril after peril.

He frantically drove the last of his mana, condensing thick walls of ice before himself.

But before the Heaven-Severing Sword Qi, those ice walls were more fragile than paper, instantly sliced into ice fragments that filled the sky.

"Pfft!"

Another flash of sword light swept past, carving a bone-deep gash into the Northern Darkness Palace Quasi-Saint's thigh. Blood sprayed wildly.

He couldn't win.

There was simply no way he could win.

Holy Mother Wudang's strength far exceeded his imagination. That ruthless ferocity of hers was even more savage than the Demon Cultivators of Northern Darkness Palace.

If this went on, he would have to leave his old life here today.

What the hell was face worth? Staying alive was what mattered most.

With that thought, the Northern Darkness Palace Quasi-Saint suddenly bit through his tongue and spat out a great mouthful of Lifebound Essence Blood. It transformed into a dense cloud of blood mist, forcibly driving back Holy Mother Wudang's sword light.

Seizing the opening, he retreated several hundred zhang in a flash, putting a relatively safe distance between them.

He panted heavily, staring fixedly at Holy Mother Wudang and Jade Cauldron True Person as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're ruthless!"

The words were squeezed out from between his teeth, brimming with endless unwillingness and humiliation.

A dignified Quasi-Saint had