Dawn was nearly breaking. Li Jianchen began attacking with reckless fury, while the aura around Grandma continued to swell. I had no idea what was happening. Perhaps some powerful restriction within the Cloud-Bearded Ghost Thorn had been activated.
"Li Jianchen!" Master shouted angrily. He thrust out a hand, and countless Immortal-Chasing Locks shot forth!
"Qiu Cunzhi! You became a ghost, and you joined Zhou Ying's ghost path as well? You wreak havoc upon the human world—aren't you afraid Heaven will strike you down?" Li Jianchen's eyes widened. The still-sharp and merciless Qiankun Dao Sword summoned countless strands of Sword Qi, cleaving toward Master. "May divine might manifest in the true sword, slaughtering every unorthodox god beneath Heaven! Qiankun Dao—True Sword Slaughters Immortals!"
The sword technique's might remained formidable, its domineering aura overwhelming. The Qiankun Dao stood beyond the Nine Daos, yet possessed influence surpassing them. This was no coincidence. Whether in the subtlety of its swordsmanship or the profundity of its Dao arts, it was incomparable to ordinary sects. Even the potential of a Qiankun Dao disciple was terrifying beyond measure!
Li Jianchen seemed drenched in blood. Divine sword-light suddenly blazed forth, as though a single sword could slaughter every immortal beneath Heaven!
The other Daoists were unwilling to fall behind. Like demons possessed, they gathered all kinds of Dao arts, preparing to strike Master—and me and Grandma behind him!
Mother had gone mad chasing the enemies, while Grandpa Baishun stayed behind to clean up after her. Otherwise, another good ghost might have been sacrificed.
After sending out the chains with his left hand, Master clenched his right hand into a fist. A colossal force compressed itself in that instant. The surrounding aura churned ceaselessly, surging toward his fist. This power shifted between yin and yang, one black and one