The Book of Fate rose and fell, while the Nine River-Suppressing Tablets rumbled.
The Zhou Xu Rules in the heavens were like a violent celestial river pouring down, vast and mighty, blotting out the sky and sun.
All that power firmly suppressed Song Que, a Dao Ancestor.
Yet truly crushing him was by no means an easy task.
Su Yi naturally understood that.
Still, he had not expected the little girl Qing'er inside the Green Skin Gourd to be so righteously indignant that she would volunteer to fight.
It was clear she had long been watching this battle.
But Su Yi had promised the woman in the bamboo hat that he would look after the little girl. How could he bear to let her take such a risk?
"Don't worry. I still have methods I haven't used."
Su Yi's voice was gentle as he transmitted it to soothe the little girl.
Qing'er said earnestly, "Sir Su, I'm very powerful!"
Su Yi found it amusing. No matter how powerful she was, could she be more powerful than a Dao Ancestor?
Yet he transmitted, "This time, I'll deal with that old fellow. When there's a chance later, I'll witness Qing'er's splendor for myself, all right?"
Qing'er pondered for a moment before replying crisply, "Mm!"
Even as they spoke, Su Yi did not relax in the slightest. He continued attacking, unleashing all manner of methods against Song Que, the Dao Ancestor.
"Drinking poison to quench thirst—nothing more than that!"
Song Que sneered. "Let's see how long you can hold out!"
He had completely calmed down. Since he sought only to protect himself, he appeared very composed as he resisted the overwhelming suppressive power.
Su Yi merely gave an "Oh," and a lamp suddenly appeared above his head. It was like a great sun