"Li Qingyun, this old man has already been wounded by you. What else do you want...?"
Old Gray stood behind Jia You, shouting with deep resentment.
He was covered in wounds; large swathes of his bizarre beard-gray snakes were snapped and shattered, and six or seven tenths of his Daoist attainments were gone. Truly, his plight was tragic!
This was a quasi-sage at the Nine-Ring Peak!
Yet today, in a direct clash of magical arts, he had been squarely defeated by the ruins "rising star" Daoist Qingyun, coming within a hair's breadth of perishing!
Li Qingyun's unfathomable depth had already caused Jia You, Pan Xiong, and that Nameless Daoist to grow wary.
How could they possibly allow him to continue his attack and truly strike Old Gray down to his death?
"Hehe, since you all have already made your choice, this poor Daoist has nothing more to say. From now on, do not drag this poor Daoist into the Demon Buddha Alliance..."
Li Qingyun's expression was entirely calm. He swiftly reined in the Dao might and aura permeating his entire body, put away the Chaos Banner, the Exquisite Pagoda, and his various other dharma treasures. Giving Jia You and the other three a deep look, he flicked his sleeves and left.
All of this seemed to be well within his expectations.
"A Demon Buddha Alliance that was already plotting and scheming against one another—a mere grassroots team. This poor Daoist shall see how you suppress the Western Heavens and that Shi Ji Buddha from here on out!" As he departed, a trace of irony spilled from the corners of his mouth.
There was no need to rush; today was merely the beginning, a way to establish a moral high ground.
Those who deserved to die, those who were meant to