The Ancestor Advances

Yet Zhenyi's begging and struggling had no effect at all. The Merfolk clone's expression was indifferent as her eight arms slammed down.

Amidst sharp, piercing screams, a massive cloud of clear, starlight spots burst and scattered.

Squish, squish! The bloody silk threads and that grotesque mouth began scrambling to devour Dao Lord Zhenyi's "leftovers."

Senior Brother Quan's combat prowess has grown even more formidable and unfathomable!

At this time, Dao Lord Yongsheng finally arrived with his men. Seeing this, he could not help but feel a deep sense of empathy and shock.

As fellow Dao Lords of the Six Fruits, Zhenyi had been entitled to enjoy the regional temple for many years, yet she was no match for "Senior Brother Quan" in a mere three punches and two kicks, let alone he, Dao Lord Yongsheng.

I have wasted many years in the Mother River; it is also time to follow Saint Venerable Qingyun and Senior Brother Quan to strive upward... Dao Lord Yongsheng thought silently to himself.

The Merfolk clone smiled at Yongsheng and offered congratulations: "Congratulations, Junior Brother, on becoming entitled to enjoy the regional temple from now on, with even greater prospects of catching a glimpse of the Seven Fruits realm!"

Dao Lord Yongsheng thanked him warmly: "I can only rely on Senior Brother's auspicious words..."

"Now that matters here are settled, I will take my leave! I hope Junior Brother subdues the various factions of the Northern Desert as soon as possible and incorporates them into our Sanqing territory!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Merfolk clone casually tore and pulled at the void with her eight arms, instantly shattering the void and departing.

The Qingyun Prefectural Temple had a towering main hall.

Li Qingyun sat at the head, shaking his head slightly with a