Yun Zhongzi grew more agitated the more he thought about it.
But Su Daji had long since suppressed all his magical power. Apart from this body being somewhat tough, how could he possibly be a match for Holy Mother Gold Spirit?
Holy Mother Gold Spirit had originally been somewhat cautious, but after seeing the force behind Yun Zhongzi's sword strike, the smile on her face grew even brighter...
Whoosh!
She simply stretched out one hand.
And slammed Yun Zhongzi to the ground!
Before Yun Zhongzi could react, Holy Mother Gold Spirit lifted him with one hand. In her other hand, she held a bronze mirror that glimmered faintly with mystic light, recording the scene...
"Jin Ling, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Let me go!"
"We won't rest until one of us is dead..."
Holy Mother Gold Spirit shook her head with a soft laugh.
Looking at Yun Zhongzi wildly kicking his legs, she said cheerfully,
"Yun Zhongzi, Yun Zhongzi. I think your body has shrunk... and your brain has regressed too. In your current state, you still want to fight me to the death?"
"You should first think of a way to recover yourself!"
With that, she casually tossed him aside.
Yun Zhongzi landed with a thud, grabbed his sword, and was about to charge at Holy Mother Gold Spirit again. Seeing this, Grand Tutor Wen hurriedly stepped in front of him and shouted,
"Daoist Yun Zhongzi!"
"No horseplay before the Royal Palace..."
His mind was still in a daze.
This exquisite little sword attendant was actually Yun Zhongzi? Yun Zhongzi, whose renown was no less than that of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan despite not being among them?
Could this also be the Great King's handiwork?
The thought had only just surfaced.
Yet Grand Tutor Wen became