"If I Don't Go to Hell, Who Will?"

Run.

Cultivators lived long not by saving face.

But by having swift legs.

Chen Changqing had long been on guard against him.

"Martial Uncle, suppress this man."

Bai Wuya raised a hand.

The long spear behind him fell into his grasp.

There were no superfluous moves.

He merely extended the spear forward.

Before its tip even touched the ground, the restriction patterns along the entire stone path bowed low in unison.

True Lord Li had only just swept ten zhang away when the blue light before him was nailed through by the spear intent.

He let out a muffled groan, and the Azure Rift Ring flew out to shield him.

The spear intent struck the ring.

Crack.

There had already been three cracks on the Azure Rift Ring.

Now, there was a fourth.

True Lord Li's heart ached so badly his eyes turned red.

"Senior!"

He hurriedly spoke.

Bai Wuya did not stop.

He pressed the spear downward.

The blue light around True Lord Li shattered, and he fell from midair, smashing onto the bronze floor. His knees struck down at once, crushing a swath of patterns.

He still tried to rise.

The spear intent descended onto his shoulder.

Bang.

Half of True Lord Li's body was pressed into the ground.

Rujie's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched from the side.

"This is a Celestial Lord?"

Si Youyou smiled. "What else? Did you think Celestial Lords were old men ringing bells in temples?"

Rujie said seriously, "The old man who rings bells at this monk's temple is quite a fighter too."

Si Youyou glanced at him.

"How good a fighter?"

"Good enough to beat this monk until my chanting doesn't go out of tune."

Si Youyou could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

Chen Changqing did not laugh.