Master Zhu Spits Blood, Yang Jian Arrives! (Continued)

The Imperial Advisor and Zhu Zi battled in the void.

Zhu Zi wielded the Gentleman's Sword and repeatedly gained the upper hand.

The Imperial Advisor was continuously suppressed.

The Imperial Advisor coughed up blood, his expression filled with unwillingness.

As the dignified Imperial Advisor, he had actually been defeated.

Damn it!

He glared furiously at Zhu Zi.

Zhu Zi advanced with his sword and shouted, "You are already on a dead end!"

A flash of fear crossed the Imperial Advisor's eyes.

"Master, save me!"

The Imperial Advisor suddenly cried out.

Zhu Zi immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.

Before he could react, he was blasted away.

The Gentleman's Sword shattered from the impact. Zhu Zi coughed up blood, his eyes filled with shock.

He abruptly looked over and saw a Buddha Ancestor standing between heaven and earth.

"Bodhi!"

Zhu Zi's expression changed drastically. He had not expected Old Ancestor Bodhi to arrive.

It turned out that the Imperial Advisor's master was Old Ancestor Bodhi.

Old Ancestor Bodhi was one of the Saint's Three Corpses, a quasi-saint powerhouse.

Zhu Zi could not help retreating several steps.

"Zhu Zi, why not submit to our Buddhist Sect?"

Old Ancestor Bodhi pressed his palms together and looked toward Zhu Zi.

Hearing this, Zhu Zi threw back his head and laughed.

"Fellow Daoist Bodhi, are you planning to suppress me?"

Even though Old Ancestor Bodhi was a quasi-saint, Zhu Zi did not fear him.

His entire body was enveloped in Righteous Qi!

Old Ancestor Bodhi's face darkened as he said coldly, "Zhu Zi, I am doing this for your own good."

"Haha!"

Zhu Zi stared coldly at him and said, "Bodhi, you have stirred up conflict among the human race. Today, I will stop you."

Old Ancestor Bodhi glanced at Zhu Zi.