Daoist Randeng watched the direction Yang Jian had vanished in, his expression shifting uncertainly before finally turning into a long sigh. "This boy... has truly come into his own. And with the vast entanglements behind him, I fear he may not be a blessing to the Investiture of the Gods." He gave True Person Yuding a deep look, said no more, and rode away on a streak of light. In his heart, his wariness toward the mysterious "Qing Huan" deepened further.
Celestial Venerable Manjushri clutched the wound on his shoulder, his face livid as he said to True Person Yuding, "Senior Brother, why did you let him leave? If that beast is not eliminated, he will bring endless trouble in the future!"
True Person Yuding's gaze was profound as he looked toward Kunlun. "Killing him would be the true source of endless trouble. Master has his own arrangements; we need only wait and watch. Junior Brother Manjushri, you should return to your Cave Mansion and tend to your injuries first." He knew clearly that Yang Jian's existence might be a chess piece Primordial Heavenly Venerate had placed to balance—or even counter—certain forces, such as... the Western Sect.
After this battle, Yang Jian's fearsome reputation reached its peak. He had fought Daoist Randeng and Celestial Venerable Manjushri, two great experts, alone without falling behind, had nearly slain Manjushri, and had ultimately departed calmly under True Person Yuding's intervention! The news swept across the entire battlefield of the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods like a storm. Whether in the Shang camp or the Zhou camp, whether disciples of the Mysterious Gate or wandering cultivators and wild gods, all changed expression upon hearing the name "True Lord of Pure Source and Wondrous Dao." He had thoroughly become an unparalleled fiend in