This Humble Daoist Wants to Leave

"You're out of your mind..."

Clear light flared brightly over Dao Lord Zhòujué, and his first reaction was to return to the jade body divine statue inside the hall.

This was the prefecture temple, the place of his subordinate deity's enfeoffment shrine!

As long as he returned to the jade body, his immense might would receive a vast boost. A mere merfolk demon still harbored delusions of turning the tables?

Yet threads of bloody winding silk instantly pierced his protective clear light.

Zhòujué's powers stagnated, and terror seized him as he cried out that things were looking dire!

Boom!

That merfolk arm struck down with a wild fury, resembling a void heaven coming straight down to slam into Zhòujué.

"Ah!"

Dao Lord Zhòujué finally failed to hold back a tragic, piercing roar.

The six layers of clear light around his entire body actually shattered instantly beneath that terrifying blow!

The merfolk Quan Lei possessed the strength of Ancestral Return Realm Stage Three. When unleashed at full power now, it vastly exceeded Dao Lord Zhòujué's expectations!

Zhòujué had witnessed Jiang Wang, a peer in the prefecture temple and fellow Ancestral Return Realm Stage Three cultivator, make a move. Comparing them now, he discovered that this audacious merfolk possessed an all-encompassing might reminiscent of a Primordial Ancestral God manifesting holiness, one that overshadowed Jiang Wang by a considerable margin!

"You're merely of humble merfolk bloodline, incomparable to any louse-seed ancient clan of the Middle Land! Just what kind of freak are you?!"

Screaming in agony, Zhòujué activated his Foot Connection Fruit Realm, and his figure vanished abruptly.

Yet the next moment, his figure bounced back out violently, repelled by the dense web of bloody winding silk.

By now, the entire divine temple had long since transformed into a giant blood cocoon, firmly