Zhen Yuanzi's heart jolted violently.
He had never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would be the only one left among the Earth Dao Saints.
He himself had never possessed much fighting spirit and had failed to strike at the right moment. As a result, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse in an instant.
Zhen Yuanzi reckoned that, unlike Wangshu, who had only recently arrived, or Minghe, who had only just become a Saint, he could not lightly speak of giving up now that Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had all been taken down.
Fortunately, Zhou Qingqing was not an enemy of their Earth Dao, so the situation was not yet so dire. There was still room to maneuver.
At this final juncture, he immediately raised his sleeve and once more unleashed his signature Universe in the Sleeve.
The moment his sleeve flew out, a flash of spear-light pierced straight through it, punching a huge hole through the robe.
Though he had anticipated it, seeing Fairy Qingqing truly break his proud divine ability with a single spear still left Zhen Yuanzi somewhat dazed.
Fortunately, he had been prepared and immediately withdrew his sleeve.
"Fairy, your divine abilities are vast. This old Daoist admits defeat."
He surrendered so quickly. It seemed Zhen Yuanzi truly had no fighting spirit.
Of course he had no fighting spirit.
It was not as though everyone was the type of the Witch Race or Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
The Heavenly Venerates in Three Pure Ones Hall shook their heads.
From the thoughts Qingqing had heard before, Zhen Yuanzi, like Minghe, had always been a cautious and steady sort.
Had he not been placed last, he likely would not have chosen to act at all. Now that he had