"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Qingyun for lending a hand..."
After Third Master Yuan saw Li Qingyun suddenly step out to support him, his astonishment gave way to great joy.
It felt a little like escaping death by the skin of his teeth.
After weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately did not take the chance to flee. Instead, he continued charging toward River Sacrifice and Hong Lian Tian.
With someone tall holding up the sky, what was there for me to fear!
It seemed Li Qingyun still held a trace of sentiment for our Yuan Clan after all.
"Daoist Qingyun, if this Buddha did not come looking for trouble with you, you should have been burning incense in gratitude. And yet you dared to come out and fight me?"
When Shi Ji Buddha saw his strike neutralized, his expression shifted slightly as he shouted coldly.
Li Qingyun's blue robes fluttered as he said icily, "Last time, you tried to murder this poor Daoist while my strength was exhausted. That debt has yet to be settled! Demon Buddha, do you truly think this poor Daoist fears you?"
Before his words had faded, the gray-cloud void around him had been dyed by pale gray jade radiance. It gave off the wondrous Saintly Essence of the Great Dao—Primordial indestructibility and eternal Great Dao—then surged like wind and clouds in tumult, sweeping sideways toward Shi Ji Buddha, who shone with ten thousand rays of Buddhist light.
"A Six-Ring Realm, borrowing the power of the Ruined Ruins, can indeed raise your power to nearly the level of nine rings in one stroke! Quite impressive, but how could the abilities of this Buddha be imagined by a little Daoist like you..."
Seeing that towering Dao might bearing down on him, Shi Ji Buddha's face grew