Uncle-Master, You're Finally Here

After he spoke, he even patted the bottom of his bowl.

"Be good. Come with this poor monk. The Netherworld Sect has no future."

The formation flag was pinned down by Buddhist light, leaving a gap in the Netherworld Soul-Locking Formation.

The Buddha's shadow behind Rujie swelled by half a zhang and knocked both opponents back with one palm.

Ming Jiuyou finally lost his temper.

A gray-white jade seal rose into the air, four ancient characters appearing on its underside.

Netherworld Spirit Suppression.

The Buddhist light above Rujie's head was forced back into his body. His knees nearly buckled.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Young Mistress, that seal of yours is pretty heavy. What a waste to use it for stamping documents. It'd be perfect for cracking walnuts."

Ming Jiuyou turned his palm.

The jade seal fell.

Rujie raised his battered bowl over his head.

Clang!

The battered bowl did not break.

Rujie sank half his height, his feet driving into the bronze floor.

"Holy Son Chen!"

His shout was crisp and clear.

"If you don't hurry, this poor monk's passing will be one grand spectacle!"

Chen Changqing heard him.

But so did True Lord Li.

The True Lord suddenly smiled.

"You're getting anxious."

Chen Changqing crossed his swords, blocking the Azure Rift Ring's counterattack.

True Lord Li raised a hand to recall the iron ring, letting the Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear carve a bloody gash across his shoulder.

The blood that flowed out was green.

He paid it no mind.

"Boy, you die today."

As his words fell, bronze patterns beneath True Lord Li's feet lit up one by one.

It was not an Immortal Palace restriction.

It was the power of heaven and earth he had drawn to himself.

A True Lord stood between heaven and earth