A massive aura enveloped the martial arena.
Clearly, to the Transcendents who had already touched this world's limits, Daoist Guyun, who possessed such imposing might, had finally entered their field of vision.
Those who knew of the Tears of God could not help feeling fortunate that they had not gotten the short end of the stick. Although the price of the Tears of God was steep, compared to the cumulative effect of three bottles, it had been worth it—even though they knew that Legendary Witch had dug a pit for them in that transaction.
Those who did not know of the Tears of God were now shocked that such a terrifying figure had been hidden on that tiny peninsula. It seemed they would have to pay more attention to the obscure Gaya Mountain in the future.
Although Nangong Dou, who had appeared at Gaya Mountain earlier, possessed decent swordsmanship and had ingeniously fused Daoist arts with a martial artist's true force, his strength had only been passable. He had not truly attracted the attention of the major powers' Transcendents.
The battle between the Prince of Underwater City and Nangong Dou had merely been an appetizer. Now that Baijie Daoist was facing Daoist Guyun, the real show had begun.
Could they finally see the strength of President Baijie, the head of the Shenzhou Daoist Sect, whose depths were impossible to fathom?
"How could this old Daoist possess any frightening strength? This old man aches all over every day, and probably doesn't have many good days left to live." On the martial arena, Daoist Baijie shook his head and smiled at Daoist Guyun. "Daoist Guyun, we haven't met in a hundred years, yet your cultivation has reached such profound heights. This is truly cause for celebration."
"There's nothing worth celebrating." Daoist Guyun